The ashes dropped back into the back seat
Then blew out into the wind
Blew out into the wind
The water comes rising up
Floating over the ground and the
Whitecaps glisten in the winter sun
An unfrozen thrashing crown
She hit the dock and cocked the
Gun and shot it at the sky
Stared out at the salt and spray
And said all her good byes
The sun went down on the cooling hood
The blood began to dry
The blood began to dry
Stopped for a while to get myself riled
To marvel at her guile
To thrill before her wile
I drive down this road and I light one up
I light one every mile
The ashtray is a pile
Toot her own horn not really her style
She was famous for her smile
Famous for her smile
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