Lot Lizards

[Intro – Spoken | no music] (truck stop ambience, faint neon hum) Driver (dry): Every truck stop’s got a story… Some of ‘em knock. (beat starts) ⸻ [Verse 1] Pulled in late, bugs on chrome Neon buzz says “you ain’t home” Kill the key, stretch my spine Hear a knock right on time High heels click, parking lot Perfume loud, pavement hot She says, “Driver, you look stressed” Yeah—I’ve slept in five ZIP codes, guess ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I ain’t shocked, I ain’t blind Truck stop nights lose their minds ⸻ [Chorus] Lot lizards, after dark Circlin’ rigs like Jurassic Park Knock-knock jokes with a sales routine Neon dreams and caffeine schemes Smile big, pitch real fast I lock my door and save my ass Truck stop folklore, coast to coast Everybody knows the lot lizards ⸻ [Verse 2] She says, “C’mon, I’ll make it quick” I say, “Ma’am, I think I’m getting sick She laughs hard, moves right along Targets the guy with the TV on Dispatch pings like Morse code Coffee cold, same old road I just want fuel and somethin’ fried Not a story I can’t outride ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Seen enough between the lines Some you wave at, some you decline ⸻ [Chorus] Lot lizards, midnight crew Know the trucks and who’s brand new Same old knock, same old grin Same “hey baby,” recycled sin I tip my hat, I pass on by Already got bad choices queued in line Truck stop legends never close Everybody knows the lot lizards ⸻ [Bridge] They ain’t villains, they ain’t saints Just hustlin’ hope between fuel tanks Read the lot like tarot cards Spot the lonely, skip the guards Some drivers talk, some drivers boast Some stare straight at the steering post Me? I grab a snack and roll Ain’t addin’ chaos to my load ⸻ [Breakdown – Spoken / Half-Time] I don’t judge the game… just don’t play. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Lot lizards, parking lot lore Part of life behind the door If you’ve run nights, you know the code Window tap, then back to road I keep it clean, I keep it close Already married to this ghost Truck stop tales nobody chose But everybody’s seen the lot lizards ⸻ [Outro] Still rollin’. Still workin’ Some stories knock— some you don’t answer.