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