can't get there from here (parking lot song - part 2)

i pulled the letter from my pocket, you closed your door and i said, "lock it.", i wanna say to you, i've sincerely thought this out, i felt the need to use this paper, to list the things that tend to taper off, like conversations we complete under our breath, when it hurts so bad, and we act like nothing's wrong, are the little things enough to break this off?, when the sun, it goes down on a parking lot, do you run? do you fight? do you not, settle down or can we still connect the dots?, cause we ain't gonna get there from here, i give you time to crack your window, adjust your cap, the big crescendo, i'm waiting for an anything to let me know your stance, and you look over with those shadowed eyes, and the windows fog as you try and size it up, is this the end? is this the place where nothing lives?, when it hurts so bad, is the damamge just too strong?, should it really be this hard to move along?, when the sun, it goes down on a parking lot, do you run? do you fight? do you not, settle down or can we still connect the dots?, cause we ain't gonna get there from here, when it hurts so bad, are we right where we belong?, when it hurts so bad, so bad, when the sun, it goes down on a parking lot, do you run? do you fight? do you not, settle down or can we still connect the dots?, cause we ain't gonna get there from here, we ain't gonna get there, we ain't gonna get there, not from here