Through a Glass

Through the glass of the bottle

All is green and bends

And seeing her distorted so

I went through hell and back again

She was my dearest friend

But she will go to heaven

So maybe I can see her then

Well, my car will barely start

I gotta get it to Vermont

She spent her summers in Bar Harbor

Working in a restaurant

And she had a lotta boyfriends

I count the ones I know

As I shudder through New Hampshire

Wes Hartley on the radio

God-God-God damn the girl was fine

And I was glad to call her mine

She weren't mine and I weren't hers

I lost her at the five and dime

She was talking to a 6'5" ex-marine

Who was living out his truck

She said: He is very fragile

I said I don't give a fuck

We went up and we went down

And she wanted to get out of town

We were on a rollercoaster, they go nowhere

They just land you back on the ground

God-God-God damn the girl was fine

And I was glad to call her mine

She weren't mine and I weren't hers

I lost her at the five and dime

She was talking to a 6'5" ex-marine

Who was living out his truck

She said: He is very fragile

I said: I don't give a