I’ve known for a while
Since I was sixteen
That I would never know anything
That life is too short not to smoke cigarettes
And life is too short not to love her your best
Oh, oh
So believe in her madness
Believe in her blues
Believes in my strange
And she’ll believe in you
She believes in her wine
She believes in her toast
She believes in the scrap
And I believe her most
Oh, oh
So if you’re a train
Then you gotta move
Well oil up my back
And grease up my boots