Touch of Mascara

to «e a great young poet «love is not a joke», i’m lighting up a smoke
i pull onto the freeway, past and present tense, tryin’to make some sense
as sunset fades again this twilight’s dreams begin
what happens in between the start and end
'cos i look at myself in the rearview mirror
big hair and a broken bone
i wonder out loud why it’s hard to breathe
inside a world of smoke
and what i could use is a touch of mascara
another name and a foreign home
i wanna cry but i’m prone to laughter
inside this rolling joke
and miles will make you notice all you dream is real, spinning off your wheels
i have a friend in jesus, i have a friend in maine, i have a friend in me and i was once like him with no need to pretend
what happens in between the start and end
'cos i look at myself in the rearview mirror
big hair and a broken bone
i wonder out loud why it’s hard to breathe
inside a world of smoke
and what i could use is a touch of mascara
another name and a foreign home
i wanna cry but i’m prone to laughter
inside this rolling joke
and miles will make you notice all you dream is real, all you bleed you’ll feel
i pull up at the exit, i turn the car around, i turn the car around
yeah…