Touch of Mascara

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...