"Parking Lot" lyrics
It wasn't where I thought we'd meet
Outside of a dorm room on Franklin Street
With tears in my eyes in the driver's seat
That's just the place God came for me
It was a still small voice
On a Tuesday night
Like You were right there with me
On the passenger side
You turned that car
Into a mountain top
Oh, I met Jesus in a parking lot
I ran from You for quite a while
But You called out in love to this wayward child
You didn't wait at the altar for me to walk the aisle
You grabbed my heart right through that radio dial
It was a still small voice
On a Tuesday night
Like You were right there with me
On the passenger side
You turned that car
Into a mountain top
Oh, I met Jesus in a parking lot
Oh, I saw the light in that dashboard glow
Oh, threw my hands in the air when You saved my soul
It wasn't where I thought we'd meet
Outside of a dorm room on Franklin Street
It was a still small voice
On a Tuesday night
Like You were right there with me
On the passenger side
You turned that car
Into a mountain top
Oh, I met Jesus in a parking lot
It was a still small voice
On a Tuesday night
Like You were right there with me
On the passenger side
You turned that car
Into a mountain top
Oh, I met Jesus in a parking lot
Oh
Outside of a dorm room on Franklin Street
With tears in my eyes in the driver's seat
That's just the place God came for me
It was a still small voice
On a Tuesday night
Like You were right there with me
On the passenger side
You turned that car
Into a mountain top
Oh, I met Jesus in a parking lot
I ran from You for quite a while
But You called out in love to this wayward child
You didn't wait at the altar for me to walk the aisle
You grabbed my heart right through that radio dial
It was a still small voice
On a Tuesday night
Like You were right there with me
On the passenger side
You turned that car
Into a mountain top
Oh, I met Jesus in a parking lot
Oh, I saw the light in that dashboard glow
Oh, threw my hands in the air when You saved my soul
It wasn't where I thought we'd meet
Outside of a dorm room on Franklin Street
It was a still small voice
On a Tuesday night
Like You were right there with me
On the passenger side
You turned that car
Into a mountain top
Oh, I met Jesus in a parking lot
It was a still small voice
On a Tuesday night
Like You were right there with me
On the passenger side
You turned that car
Into a mountain top
Oh, I met Jesus in a parking lot
Oh
Writer(s): Andrew Pruis, Matt Armstrong, Michael Cochren
