The dark of garage, locked up while you're away 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 the explain for my absence on this night My curiosity, and thrill, and fun has since transformed to fright. 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, me all alone
