You wouldn't think it would get this dark,
Driving down this stretch of Wilshire Boulevard
But the sodium lights don't seem to reach as far

From within the cheap tint of this !@#$ car
Still, there's just enough glare to block out the stars
I trace the familiar length of the street like a scar,

All the curves and the angles long committed to heart
And after all of this time, it shouldn't be this hard to go home


Come on, sunlight,
Get me out of here
Come on, sunlight,

Get me out of here alive
Get me out of here alive


I head north towards the burning park,
Where dry wind's been churning the ashes and sparks,
To climb up on a bluff, black, beaten and charred,

And behold the blinking grid of the boulevards
Lanes stretching far out to a distant dark
Veins pumping cars into a lonely heart,

Full of paper-thin chambers keeping us apart,
Where I sleep to keep waiting for my life to start on its own


Come on, sunlight,
Get me out of here
Come on, sunlight,

Get me out of here alive
Get me out of here alive