In your underclothes
You went out for a smoke
I call you in
Just before the storm begins

Your last breath of smoke
You let out in the room
It makes a cloud
Like the greyist
Perfect plume

Smoke baby, smoke baby
More alcohol baby
Cocaine in Montreal
And back out on the plane baby
An early flight will leave
And on it will be me
I'll be half asleep
And you'll get up at three

(Who gave you time to cry? Who gave you time to find yourself?)

Casual as a light
Flickers before it's night
 [bad word] 
And the daylight turns [bad word] 
As the sun is setting you'll be betting
I'll be getting through
I'll find a payphone baby
And take some time to talk to you

Smoke baby, smoke baby
More alcohol baby
Cocaine in Montreal
And back out on the plane baby
An early flight will leave
And on it will be me
I'll be half asleep
And you'll get up at three

(Who gave you time to cry? Who gave you time to find yourself?)
(Who gave you time to cry? Who gave you time to find yourself?)

And I have never felt
Quite this close to [bad word] 
All this rock and roll baby
Only time will tell
But we're young now, having fun now
On the town now, Get around now
It's fine for now
But someday we'll settle down
But not now, baby

Smoke baby, smoke baby
More alcohol baby
Cocaine in Montreal
And back out on the plane baby
An early flight will leave
And on it will be me
I'll be half asleep
And you'll wake up at three

(Somewhere on the outside.)

(Who gave you time to cry? And time to find yourself?)