Lyrics

I was unwinding with my cigarette
Smelling the sweet smoke, watching it float
When the smoke formed ten skinny fingers
And wrapped themselves 'round my throat

I yelled hey there - whoa there
You must have the wrong soul
I yelled hey there - whoa there
I know I chose the right road

Then I felt 10 fingers slowly loosen their grip
Saw them pick up my pen and my pad
They started to write me a letter
It said girl, your future looks sad

Chorus

The letter said you better make peace with yourself
Lighten up before it's too late
You've forgotten how to have fun my friend
You ride on the wheels you create

The fingers waved goodbye I said wait don't go
I could use some more of your wisdom
But they faded back into misty smoke
And headed toward a blazing sun

I yelled hey there - whoa there
But they headed toward a blazing sun