to quote a great young poet "love is not a joke", i'm lighting up a smoke i pull onto the freeway, past and present tense, tryin' to make some sense as sunset fades again this twilight's dreams begin what happens in between the start and end 'cos i look at myself in the rearview mirror big hair and a broken bone i wonder out loud why it's hard to breathe inside a world of smoke and what i could use is a touch of mascara another name and a foreign home i wanna cry but i'm prone to laughter inside this rolling joke and miles will make you notice all you dream is real, spinning off your wheels i have a friend in jesus, i have a friend in maine, i have a friend in me and i was once like him with no need to pretend what happens in between the start and end 'cos i look at myself in the rearview mirror big hair and a broken bone i wonder out loud why it's hard to breathe inside a world of smoke and what i could use is a touch of mascara another name and a foreign home i wanna cry but i'm prone to laughter inside this rolling joke and miles will make you notice all you dream is real, all you bleed you'll feel i pull up at the exit, i turn the car around, i turn the car around yeah...