Cigarettes And Gasoline

A sailor at heart
Stranded in these barren lands
I remember a smile
Overalls and bruises on your hands

Tearing up the limestone dust
Looks just like the soil is burning
And this landscape's as beautiful and bleak
As the inside of ourselves is a-hurtin'

This dirt road's as long as a dream
The smell of cigarettes and gasoline
Nothing here is what it seems
The smell of cigarettes and gasoline

The sound of wheels on gravel roads
And nothing here is ever being told
Looking out the window, i don't know
What to make of stories I just can't unfold

And I don't know where it's going
But I do know just one thing
That every story has it's own begining
And maybe they we're right
When they said time's on my side
Someday I'll make that story worthwhile telling

This dirt road's as long as a dream
The smell of cigarettes and gasoline
Nothing here is what it seems
The smell of cigarettes and gasoline

This dirt road's as long as a dream
The smell of cigarettes and gasoline
Nothing here is what it seems
The smell of cigarettes and gasoline