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