Weed of Chance (1976)

Stand by your kitchen window to smoke the weed of chance

Odors of which the autumn breeze will definitely enhance

Watch the sky of pale yellow and green

A living medley suddenly so serene

The money slips through your fingers

In the air the smoke silently lingers

Pay the price and let them come

Hours of pleasure to which you succumb

Secret circles of sweetness relating only lies

How many have enjoyed their short lived highs?

Roll between your fingers the tobacco of Siam

Think of all the little boys that will surely buy them

By dawn you know not where you are

Reaching for the keys to start the car

And onward down the road of no return

Holding the weed that forever will burn

The windy road is wary of those unaware

Who drive under the influence of something back there

They don't go back from whence they came

Knowing that they have nothing to attain

They risk their lives in unusual ways

Trying to recapture the memorable days

At first to think that they can fly

But then to know that they will die