Wet Cigarettes

Several strains of searching shape the signal
Mate or mingle test with feelers false or real

If there's a chance that things make sense
We will go to New Orleans
Wear some love beads and I'll ask you to dance

If you say no I'm sure you will, I'll put on a carnival mask
With rabbit ears and elephant tusks, and we'll dance

And the song will end and the dance will die
For those of us who never tried to see into the other. . . 

I have found a heart I think, and maybe I'll buy you that bike
Green in color just your height
And in the car past LSU, we'll smoke a cigarette or two
Two packs later I'll tell you

I had a dream inside a store with windows gracing every floor
And in the lobby heated well, people shuffled through the door
And you and I were standing there, my fingers tangled in your hair
Skin so soft upon my cheek, I've found a heart I'd like to keep

But what is in a dream I tell you
Nothing in a dream could sell you
We'll just keep on driving till the sun sets off the night.

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