Row of mirrors and I can't see my reflection, my reflection My life is so far, far from my expectations, my expectations It's getting lonely in this parking lot of life I guess my punishment is my salvation I wish I could find a way to roam, driving home Always gives me the blues, gives me the blues I wish I could find a way to roam, driving home Always gives me the blues, gives me the blues Singing songs about what I feel like inside Keeps me coming back for more It's getting lonely, getting lonely in this parking lot of life I guess my punishment is my salvation I tread the thin line, I tread the thin line, I tread the thin line I tread the thin line You don't know who to follow, who to follow home Your life is so far, far from your expectations Singing songs about what I feel like inside Keeps me coming back for more It's getting lonely with this parking lot of life I guess my punishment is my salvation I tread the thin line, I tread the thin line, I tread the thin line I tread the thin line, I tread the thin line