Black Lexus - Joseph Arthur

Your black Lexus has

Two hundred thousand miles

Underneath the missing roads

You don’t know where you’re going

Almost anytime

Things lost just lighten up your load

Maybe you’re headin' out

To LA

See if they’ll put you in a show

First you’ll check with the stars

Read both your sign and mine

In the back of the New York Post

You can’t find her

You can’t find her

In the mirror everything’s reversed

And you can’t find her

You can’t find her

Everyday you feel a little curse

Now your car’s been towed

You misread the sign

Something left to do

Must have slipped your mind

Got no money left

Guess you’ll stick around

And anyway the stars

Said not to go right now

But you can’t find her

You can’t find her

In the mirror everything’s reversed

And you can’t find her

You can’t find her

Everyday you look a little worse

You can’t find her

You can’t find her

In the mirror everything’s reversed

You can’t find her

You can’t find her

Everyday you feel a little curse

You can’t find her

You can’t find her

In the mirror everything’s reversed

You can’t find her

You can’t find her

Everyday you feel a little curse