to quote a great young poet "love is not a joke", i'm lighting up a smoke   i pull onto the freeway, past and present tense, tryin' to make some sense   as sunset fades again this twilight's dreams begin   what happens in between the start and end   'cos i look at myself in the rearview mirror   big hair and a broken bone   i wonder out loud why it's hard to breathe   inside a world of smoke   and what i could use is a touch of mascara   another name and a foreign home   i wanna cry but i'm prone to laughter   inside this rolling joke   and miles will make you notice all you dream is real, spinning off your wheels   i have a friend in jesus, i have a friend in maine, i have a friend in me   and i was once like him with no need to pretend   what happens in between the start and end   'cos i look at myself in the rearview mirror   big hair and a broken bone   i wonder out loud why it's hard to breathe   inside a world of smoke   and what i could use is a touch of mascara   another name and a foreign home   i wanna cry but i'm prone to laughter   inside this rolling joke   and miles will make you notice all you dream is real, all you bleed you'll feel   i pull up at the exit, i turn the car around, i turn the car around   yeah...