In your underclothes

You went out for a smoke

I call you in

Just before the storm begins

Your last breath of smoke

You let out in the room

It makes a cloud

Like the greyist

Perfect plume



Smoke baby, smoke baby

More alcohol baby

Cocaine in Montreal

And back out on a plane baby

An early flight will leave

And on it will be me

I'll be half asleep

And you'll get up at three



Casual as a light

Flickers before it's night

Sadness comes

And the daylight turns and runs

As the sun is setting you'll be betting

I'll be getting through

I'll find a payphone baby

And take a minute to talk to you



And I have never felt

Quite this close to hell

All this rock and roll baby

Only time will tell

But we're young now, having fun now

On the town now, get around now

It's fine for now

But someday we'll settle down

But not now



Smoke baby



Who'll give you time to cry?

And time to find yourself?




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