Here

Buy me a pack of cigarettes I smoke one Throw the rest away I am leaning on the bus stop I am trying to find my way And the sky is gray Dreaming of another day or year But keep waking up here Pour me a shot of alcohol It used to work but now not at all And so I'm walking home early I guess I'll have some green tea And the sky is black And I try to go back I crack my voice But going back is not a choice I find a spot beneath the stars I recognize this is where we are And then right in the midst of it I hear the bird she starts to sing "Yeah the sky is bare But everything is there my dear My dear! Here is right here"