I want to fall into a little break in space
Like angels upon lazy-boys,
Smoking cigarettes with the nuns.
My open mind shifts constantly
Between a bad habit and good morning sun,
Where there’s no better maker,
No fuller shade of gray
To take care; once was into the future.
French rhymes upon my tongue,
Little tea cup stains around my working scribbler,
Two dollars for the road,
And my mind’s not made up yet.
I’ve been livin’ on a tear drop
Soakin’ in with old smells
Cigarettes and memories
I’ve been rollin’ on these four wheel
Long nights and sad songs
Music keeps my road signs
I’ve been holdin’ on to old boots
Worn through my thick soul
Dollar bills when midnight croaks
I’ve been thinkin’ of a book gone
Left me dreamin’ with wide eyes
Open plains and deep creeks
I’ve been livin’ on a tear drop
Soakin’ in with old smells
Cigarettes and memories