Smoke

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She's mad, she's leaving. She's had enough of me, blah, blah, blah.

She's hot, she's steaming. She's packing up and she's gone, gone, gone.

Was that white cloud from her tailpipes or them Firestones kicking up dust?

Felt like a good time to kick back and fire one up.

Couldn't see which way she went or which way I went wrong.

Couldn't see why she left so early or why she stayed so long.

There was something burning my eyes and turning my head to stone.

I bet it would've hurt to watch her go.

It's a good thing I can't see through all this smoke.

This band, they keep playing these goodbye songs like la, la, la.

This fog, this haze got me turning my give-a-damn on and off.

Right now she ain't far away from that Alabama line.

But I'm just one puff away from a brand-new state of mind.

I couldn't see which way she went or which way I went wrong.

I couldn't see why she left so early or why she stayed so long.

There was something burning my eyes and turning my head to stone.

I bet it would've hurt to watch her go.

But it's a good thing I can't see through all this smoke.

There was something burning my eyes and turning my head to stone.

I bet it would've hurt to watch her go.

It's a good thing I can't see through all this smoke.