When I'm blowing smoke   She'll be laughing at my jokes   She could always get the joke   I'll tell the world I love her      When I lose my place   Wandering in the human waste   Gentle understanding arms will move me back again   To my lover and my friend      When I'm blowing smoke   Or when I'm at the end of my rope   She cuts the line and offers me hope   No shame to say I need her      And our children smile at their father-child   And the dreamy days roll by   They bring me home again to my lover and my friend      When I'm blowing smoke      I will find her where grace binds her   God surrounds her   Keeps her in that holy place