About-Face

When I was a boy Chasing a note Straining to bring up The chords in my throat Battling age clinging the coat Humming the old songs in stereo I had not a thought Of parking lots And me in the car With the doors all locked I'm staring ahead Everyone's dead I'm under the pain in between my ribs It's just like the movies It comes about face All at once when I'm breathing The careless air of the night