Windblown whispers wind naked down the corridor
Thoughts leavin' my head, they twist through yours
What will become of these gestures that we made
I've given up my Bible, you moved out of state ohhhhhh
Wearily waitin' on the wastin' of his days
A sad son's smoldering soul
Give you three bucks for your sympathy
and another for a cigarette
The interaction feels so cold ohhhh
