Sharing smoke out by the waters edge I've got the keychain To commemorate the day I keep it hung up on my rear view mirror It's a souvenir It's a cheap veneer Who would have thought that rock and roll Could cause anyone pain I didn't take you for a prophet Why'd you make me as a saint And who ever thought you'd be my Son Volt Maybe that's the story that helps me cope I put the needle down and Mr. Newman sings about A black dog named Dan In a town called Birmingham I stay hung up on the little things Was it all my fault Or did I feed the flame Who would have thought that rock and roll Could take our bonds and break 'em They were bent by getting high And telling lies like we had made it And who ever thought that we'd be so cold Maybe that's the way that these things go Sharing smoke out by the waters edge I've got the keychain But the cord's starting to fray I'll patch it up in time, I hope I can Before the rope's too thin I've gotta be that man