Joseph Arthur

Your black Lexus has 200, 000 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 heading out to L.A.
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