Cigarette Dances -

When I figure it out, will I still be here?

Or will I be a wandering ghost?

Will you read my eulogy?

Or will you go first?

Take a hit for the team?

Leave me sitting lonesome in the dugout wondering?

Well, I don’t want you to do that

No, I don’t think that I could cope with such a

Distasteful fact:

That you’re no longer here

'Cause I want so much for the past calendar year

To erase like it never even happened at all

When I open the door, will I still see you?

Telling me to take off my shoes?

«There's no dirt allowed in this room»

Oh, what a wonderful tune

And in a delicate hue, I’d have sworn it was you

Like a catapulted moon on a see-through afternoon

When the drowning sun disappears

To make it an apparent fact:

That you’re no longer here

'Cause I want so much for the past calendar year

To erase like it never even happened at all

When the cigarette dances and billiard matches

Are all a part of what you’ve become,

Well, whose to say that you lost what you once had

When you were young?

Like when a spot opened up,

I said, «I'm not too sharp at dancing,

I’m better at romancing, love.

But I know you’re the one I should be dreaming of.»

And yet I know, that you’re no longer here

'Cause I’ve tried so hard for the past calendar year

To erase like it never

Yes, we erase like it never

Yes, we erase like it never even happened at all