When I'm blowing smoke she'll be laughing at my jokes,
She could always get the joke,
I'll tell the world I love her.

When I lose my place, one foot in the human waste,
Gentle, understanding heart will move me back again to my lover and my friend,

When I'm blowing smoke, or when I'm at the end of my rope,
She cuts the line and offers me hope,
No shame to say I need her.

And our children smile at their father-child,
And the dreamy days roll by,
They bring me home again to my lover and my friend,
When I'm blowing smoke.

And I will find her where grace binds her,
God surrounds her, keeps her in that holy place.

She'll be laughing at my jokes,
Yeah, she could always get the joke,
I'll tell the world I love her.

And our children smile at their father-child,
And the dreamy days roll by, they bring me home again to my lover and my friend,
When I'm blowing smoke.

When I'm blowing smoke,
When I'm blowing smoke,
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