Where Do the Lonely Souls Go?

[Verse 1]
It’s 3am here in midtown west
It’s Monday night, so yeah, I’m drunk
My friends left the bar sorta early
And even though I’m full of spirits, my spirits sorta sunk

[Chorus]
Oh, where do the lonely souls go?
When they ain’t go nowhere to be
Oh, where do the lonely souls go?
Regularly

[Post Chorus]
McDonalds at 3AM
I can see time scare right across the street
McDonalds at 3AM
There’s a shake shack too, but it really can’t compete
With the ambiance and the smell
I’ll take a Powerade or whatever’s in the well
At McDonalds at 3AM

[Verse 2]
White people problems are the story of my life
I’m running out of options, cuz’ my mom won’t give me money
She says “don’t spend too much,” and she wants me to quit the theater
But we end the chat with a grand ole’ “I believe in you, Honey.”

[Chorus]
Oh, Where do the lonely souls go?
When they can count the money in their pockets in one hand
Oh, where do the lonely souls go?
To find someone who can understand

[Post Chorus]
McDonalds at 3AM
There’s a pact we formed before entering the joint
McDonalds at 3AM
It’s a silent meal, but I think that’s the point
There’s no confusion, there’s no façades
There’s no family members at all
At McDonalds at 3AM

[Verse 3]
There’s a man in a wheelchair who was begging for money on the street
He goes up to the counter, but to get there he pedals with his feet
And I want to shout, “hypocrite, you really don’t deserve the time.”
Then I say to myself, “man, just give it a little time.”
Might not be as drastic, but it just might be
In a couple of years, then man could be

[Post Chorus]
McDonalds at 3AM
The homeless men order their McFlurries
At McDonalds at 3AM
For a moment, I forget my worries
And I see the family, and my hearts warm
There’s a bond there, no matter how deformed
At McDonalds at 3AM