Somewhere in Ann Arbor there’s a broken traffic lightBlinking softly for an audience of oneA boy finds his comort in the shelter of the nightand stays up until the morning just becauseSomewhere in Ann Arbor there’s an empty parking lotwhere he likes to go and look up at the moonAsk himself where things went wrong and why he feels so caughtAnd hopes that things start changing someday soonOh, he’s got it allHe’s got the life that they all said that he would wantOh, he’s got it goodSo why the hell can’t he start feeling how he shouldSomewhere in Ann Arbor there’s a table set for twoWhere he’d like to find some company to shareSpends the evening spilling his whole life to someone newPerfect smile and ribbon in her hairSomewhere in Ann Arbor there’s a vacant hotel room where he leaves all of his lovers high and dryPretends he’s got the thing they want and when he has them fooled he crumbles and escapes into the nightOh, he’s got it allHe’s got the life that they all said that he would wantOh, he’s got it goodSo why the hell can’t he start feeling how he shouldOh, he’s got it allHe’s got the life that they all said that he would wantOh, he’s got it goodSo why the hell can’t he start feeling how he should