Smokin' and thinkin'

of things to do since you're gone

sittin', lonely

can't even get stoned

takin' a breath of a feeling that

once lived in this house



Laughin' and dying

at the mirror in the hall

talkin' to myself

a memory don't remember at all

last thing you told me was the first thing that brought on these clouds



I'm lookin' up, for the next thing that brings me down

here comes the jet plane

I can see the wheels hit the ground

however long I wait

I'm standin' at the gate, looking round



Walkin' and cryin'

stumble into a church

startin' at the rafters

wonderin' how much more I can hurt

hey old man, what are your plans for me

where am I bound

I'm lookin' up for the next thing that brings me down

I'm lookin' up for the next thing that brings me down