Touch of Mascara

To quote a great young poet

Love is not a joke

I'm lighting up a smoke

I pull on to the freeway

Past and present tense

Trying to make some sense

As sunset fades again

This twilight's dreams begin

What happens in between

The start and end?

'Cause I look at myself in the rear view mirror

Big hair and a broken bow

I wonder out loud why it's hard to breathe

Inside a world of smoke

And what I could use is a touch of mascara

Another name and a foreign home

I wanna cry but I'm prone to laughter

Inside this rolling joke

And miles will make you notice

All you dream is real

Spinning up your wheels

I have a friend in Jesus

I have a friend in me

I have a friend in me

And I was once like him

With no need to pretend

What happens in between

The start and end?

'Cause I look at myself in the rear view mirror

Big hair and a broken bow

I wonder out loud why it's hard to breathe

Inside a world of smoke

And what I could use is a touch of mascara

Another name and a foreign home

I wanna cry but I'm prone to laughter

Inside this rolling joke

And miles will make you notice

All you dream is real

All you bleed you feel

I pull off at the exit

I turn the car around

I turn the car around