WAKEWIDEUP

Thundercloud of cigarette smoke Falls into my window Down below the street floor It gets into the walls Ruins my night All for buddy trying to get a light Winds are winding turning The spring is almost here The sky is almost clear But it rears it's ugly head again Down comes snow and rain Good for changing seasons Bad for changing lanes I can't get one eye open I can't release myself I feel I'm off the planet Revolving somewhere else Thundercloud of cigarette smoke Falls into my window Down below the street floor It gets into the walls It rips and pulls apart It get into my lungs It wanders to my heart It screams at me to stop It fills me up with rot Winds are winding turning The spring is almost here The sky is almost clear But it rears it's ugly head again Down comes snow and rain Good for changing seasons Bad for changing lanes