Cryin’ Smoke

Take myself out to pasture

Smoke my reefer in the bathroom

Watch out for the starving locusts

Make sure not to get drastic

Lists of things that do not matter

Hopefully one day I'll check the last one off

Hopefully one day with some luck

Oh no, oh no, I'm not trying to go

Hello, hello, are you

Cryin' smoke?

Things aren't always as they should be

Just returning from the Dead Sea

The one where tired issues go to lay

Opening holes up through out space

I should speak much more clearly

About the things that engineer me

Send me sacred, send me spiraling

Oh no, oh no

I'm not trying to go...

Take myself out to pasture

Watch things move a little faster

Lose my head in idle conscious

Speak more clearly of the good things

I'm just trying to make a difference

Everyone has an opinion of what this is

But I just carry on

Carry on, with my business

Oh no, Oh no...

Are you cryin' smoke?