Chain Smoked

She bought the car on Saturday
And took it for a ride out to
Cutter's Point and Fisher Road
And then she sat and cried
With the top rolled back and her hand on the dial
Sunglasses glaring into rear view
If this is how you picture her
She'll always look at you

The song had changed and the sun was gone
The air had started to chill
The bird flew over the hill

The cloud went by it looked like a dog
The mack truck shivers by
the shimmer shines to the sky

She starts the car a while on
And rolls off of the sand
Heading south to Harper's Bay
With the handgun in her
Pocketbook on top of Camel Lights
A hammer and some nails
With two bullets resting
And ready to set sail

The lighter came up and started the smoke
Started streaming from her lips
They were double plated nickel tips