Smoke

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

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

And 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

Well, it's a good thing I can't see through all this smoke

There was something burning my eyes

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