to quote a great young poet
"love is not a joke"
i'm lighting up a smoke
i pull onto the freeway
past and present tense
tryin' to make some sense
as sunset fades again this twilight's dreams begin
what happens in between the start and end
'cos i look at myself in the rearview mirror
big hair and a broken bone
i wonder out loud why it's hard to breathe
inside a world of smoke
and what i could use is a touch of mascara
another name and a foreign home
i wanna cry but i'm prone to laughter
inside this rolling joke
and miles will make you notice
all you dream is real
spinning off your wheels
i have a friend in jesus
i have a friend in maine
i have a friend in me
and i was once like him with no need to pretend
what happens in between the start and end
'cos i look at myself in the rearview mirror
big hair and a broken bone
i wonder out loud why it's hard to breathe
inside a world of smoke
and what i could use is a touch of mascara
another name and a foreign home
i wanna cry but i'm prone to laughter
inside this rolling joke
and miles will make you notice
all you dream is real
all you bleed you'll feel
i pull up at the exit
i turn the car around
i turn the car around
yeah...
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