I hear you're counting sheep again, Mary Jane
What's the point of tryna dream anymore?
I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane
Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for?
There's a few more bruises
If that's the way
You insist on heading
Please be honest, Mary Jane
Are you happy?

Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow

Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
'Bout two or three times
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
And get along with it all