Ships Are For Sailing Not For Leaving

It's been twelve years on the east coast, walking along.

Smoking a cigarette is too far, but where will I go?



Walking in a daze delayed I'm stoned and not sure where I'll go.

Maybe to San Francisco or Puerto Rico who knows?



We're ready to go

packed up and

letting you know

we're not letting you go.



Scoop you up pack a bowl

and light your cigarettes, your cigarettes.



We've been waiting for so long

to see you smile.

Scoop you up pack a bowl

and light your cigarettes.



We're ready to go

packed up and

letting you know

we're not letting you go.



I've asked myself why you're always there

looking down to face some time.

I need you for those things you said last night

and maybe you can explain

your lipstick colored smile

your lipstick colored smile.



We're ready to go

packed up and

letting you know

we're not letting you go.



Scoop you up pack a bowl

and light your cigarettes, your cigarettes.



We've been waiting for so long

to see you smile.

Scoop you up pack a bowl

and light your cigarettes.



We're ready to go

packed up and

letting you know

we're not letting you go.