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