Queen Parking Lot
Robert Pollard
When Samantha called a valet dressed in blue
Said, "Go slowly, I'm near heavy, how about you?"
They won't clear a path for you
They won't know our story's true
But I'm going through
And then Amanda at the counting head check said
I've a soldier's money. he's drunk, he's not dead
And a ticket that can't lose
It's our way out down a trail of shoes
'Cause I came through
I came through
I've come to you
For you