Blow it to the Moon
Stephen Jones
Got myself a cigarette, took a puff too soon,
got a light off the sun and blew it to the moon, blew it to the moon.
A hundred thousand light years drifting through my head,
saving up this crazy stuff for when I'm good and dead, when I'm good and dead.
What's the point of keeping all the things I know?
So when I'm on the other side they start to take control.
Fade out and blow, fade out and blow, fade out and blow (?)
Now that I am dead, rising long ago (?)
all the stuff I learned ain't even a distant glow, glow.
Fade out and blow, fade out and blow, fade out and blow. (?)
A hundred thousand light years through my head,
saving up this crazy stuff when I'm good and dead.
Lay down and blow, lay down and blow, fade out and blow. (?)