too many leaves are left around the bend
the rings of smoke are dancing in my brain
the ashtray filled with early thoughts of jane
it always gets me in the best time

you have to know the time to get away
you're gonna learn someday

you turn it on and rest my chest
my mind is gone, the best i guess
you found it low, o me o my
i never chew what i can't bite

if you should ask me of the things i blow
my bloody eyes can only come to show
that what it does when it caresses me
make it all worthy, yes indeed

you have to know the time you get to play
you're gonna learn some way

you turn it on and rest my chest
my mind is gone, the best i guess
you found it low, o me o my
i never chew what i can't bite