Blowing Smoke

Maybe I should close my eyes

Maybe I should wear my smile

Like a loaded gun, like a setting sun, like a hurricane

Maybe I could waste your time

Maybe you want some of mine

But there's a pretty fine line between want and wanted

And by now you'd think I'd know how to let things go

Maybe I should move upstate

Wrap it up, get on my way

Like a one-act play, like a holiday, like cellophane

Maybe I could leave tonight

Maybe you want to hitch a ride

But there's a pretty fine line between want and wanted

And by now you'd think I'd know how to let things go

And by now you'd think I'd know I'm only ever blowing smoke