Somebody Else’s Parking Lot in Sebastopol

Outside the opera house in Sydney
I saw my life come crashing to its end
I cried out to the scale tipper
On whom all living things depend

Sweet strains of Guiseppe Verdi
Suffused the evening air
I wished I wished I wished that God would kill me
Instead of leaving me alone to see you standing there before me
That sad look on your face
You took me to so many places I never thought I'd go
That was the worst place

Yeah we did our manners proud
On the night we said goodbye
No big scenes out there on the sidewalk
As we pinpointed the place where all good things go to die

I know you hate it when I get my headaches
I got a real gem tonight
Listening to Katia Ricciarelli
It's not going to be alright

And I'd like to think that this will pass, this will pass
I know it's not the case
Of all the highs and lows and middle ends you brought me to
This is the worst place