I wake up in the morning To a man smoking a cigarette You can tell he's thinking About something that is probably relatable Beyond belief And he's there when I go to sleep With the same cigarette
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it's not pretty.
We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window It helps us sleep at night We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window It helps us not to fight We hold it in the best we can And then let our stress melt away We like to blow smoke out of your bedroom window We do it every day
Our life has been enveloped by the smoke that we breathe out But I don’t really mind one bit Living with a little doubt