Well, I guess I'll treat her right   I guess I'll treat her right more this time   I'll try not to rely   Try not to rely on the perfect line      And I see no boundaries   Except for the ones I'm in   And I don't expect you to overcome them   For that's my job description      In a world of players and private eyes   Unless you realize this   There's a whole lot you could miss      Do you know which one I am?   I am the cigarette smoking man   Once an hour, I light the flower   And burn baby burn      When is it your turn?   Lord, tell me when the sun goes down   'Cause I feel much better then anyway   Well, I see much, much better then anyway      Well, I feel exposed, although I feel at home   Dressed as a black plastic rose   All flowing, head, shoulders, knees and toes   We dance, we dance, we play, we rant and rave      Oh, this childlike wildlife is flooring me   Oh, this childlike wildlife is flooring me      Early in the morning, late in the evening   Evening, we kinda get delirious   Breaking from the seriousness   I try not to get disoriented      Having chewed too many up on my side   Is it any wonder how I miss your smile?   Is it any wonder how I write? Pages layered upon pages   Which to no one else but me can be accounted for   For this moments sake      I do not become me   For path tunnels or straightaways   I do not watch as often as I should      So instead I sketch my life   A comfortable creature, slow and beautifully   Oh, the smell and tastes of the past nights   Well, they're still locked up in my gentle jaw      Not that I am wanting them to go   Just that they are and I'm very much aware   The madness of slow motion   As you move your legs to walk   I'm very much aware of this madness when you talk      This childlike wildlife is flooring me   Oh, this childlike wildlife is flooring me      We dance, we play   Oh Lord, we rant and rave   We dance and we play always