Jet Stream

I remember when we used to cut school
We'd meet at Quail Valley and hang out by the pool
We'd play Depeche Mode and smoke clove cigarettes
We'd stare at the clouds and streams made by the jets

When I hear that song I always cry
Use to fight it hard now I don't even try
A cab of death, a jet to Brazil
There's wine in my blood and you've had your fill

Now we hardly talk and when we do it's kinda weird
Slowly fade away, something I always feared
I'm sure that you are happy wherever you may be
I wish you all the best in your life without me

When I hear that song I always cry
I used to fight it hard now I don't even try
A cab of death, a jet to Brazil
There's wine in my blood and you've had your fill

Sometimes I think you're with me
But there's nobody there
I smell someone's perfume
And it's more than I can bear

Now I can't listen to much music at all
Since you've been gone I had a great fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Can't put my heart back together again

When I hear that song I always cry
I used to fight it hard now I don't even try
A cab of death, a jet to Brazil
There's wine in my blood and you've had your fill