A blanket of gray covers the air
Smoke from cigarette No.30 hanging up there
Downing drink after drink
Nothing seems to hit bottom
I've constantly been on my knees
Throwing up my problems
But as I'm faced with more
I can look her into her eyes
And putting my lips to hers
I can forget asking the "why's"
Yet, by opening my eyes
And ceiling tile staring back at me
My mind takes it's time to realize
That this a was a good and bad dream