Johnson
The dark of garage, locked up while you're away
At the end of the day, there must be some mistake.
The howl of Ramon, the cry of Kittyphone
I can hear 'em outside and I guess they wonder why
And want to explain for my absence on this night
My curiosity and thrill and fun has since transformed to fright.
I lay my head down for the night
And tell myself everything's alright
Locked up in hopes of your coming home
Cold cracked cement, get me all alone.