She asked, “are you fine, sister in Jesus Christ?
“Are you down by the river bank picking dandelions?”
With a shaking hand, I asked you to be my friend 
But you just laughed and looked at the sky

Take a drag of cigarette, well up all your regrets
Blow your smoke in my mouth just to clear your head
I sat in your garage, trapped in a hazy mirage 
Only by three I was tired and slept in your old Dodge