She goes to sleep and she wakes up dead on the well traveled ground
The other half of her cigarette
Hangin' out her mouth

She wipes the sleep from her eyes
And feels the sun (she whispers)
Darkness has covered me

No I can't see

But when the day turns to night

She powders her nose
The white lines they take her away
But if she loses her grip

It's the end of her rope
So if she come up fast she better


She's comin' down so she closes her eyes
But there's no sleep
Violent light and a restless mind

She starts to scream she screams
Voices voices let me be
I am soul if my mind is free


But when the day turns to night
She powders her nose

The white lines they take her away
But if she loses her grip
It's the end of her rope

So if she comes up fast she better
Come down slow


Oh you better come down slow

But when the day turns to night

She powders her nose
The white lines they take her away
But if she loses her grip

It's the end of her rope
So if she comes up fast she better
Come down slow


Oh You better come down slow