New Mexico Song

As he lights an American Spirit, he asks how I can smoke such shit

I say there's nothing like chain smoking GPC cigarettes

Because any smokes will kill ya but these will make you feel like it

I sit back down on the parking lot curb

And remember back to February, the trip to Hartford

With five minutes to go, he was passed out on the staircase

Trying to walk to his apartment but not making it all the way

And now he's driving us 100 miles an hour down the interstate

Another beer in his hand, swearing we won't be late

That was before everyone moved to New Mexico

They all left a couple of months ago

Until the day my friend