Perfumed and smokey S
He swears that she knows me
She's falling down drunk again
I say she's mistaken
She's visibly shaken
Emotions all drowned in gin
She said I used to be beautiful
Now it's all gone
I let my dreams slip away from me
That's where it went wrong
Go be young, go be free
Follow your heart where it leads you
Don't end up like me
The Indian in the guardhouse
Used to spin me yarns
Stories of canyons and boston in winter
And losing his family's farms
He said I've outlived my three sons,
They died in three wars
I laughed and I cried
While they lived and they died
I know that they deserve more