Quiet the only way to sing Dying the only way to be Do you believe in me Will I live past twenties Do I want to get old I'd rather die young Lungs full of smoke from a cigar Getting on a boat a child in her arms She let the wind blow, carry way the thick smoke Off into the dark cold air Eyes closed and covered up by hair Her skin was rough and tough and pink and wet and bare She let the wind blow, carry the thick smoke Off into the dark cold air And she traded her memory for some fond memories But they ain't complete She tossed all of her dreams in an old diary That she cannot read She only drank a certain kind of booze She called it black beer and took it down like juice She let the wind blow, carry way a bad joke Off into that dark cold air When she got tired she put her child to bed Sang her love songs that never left her head She let the wind blow, clean her up like bar soap Off into that dark cold air And she traded her memory for some fond memories But they ain't complete She tossed all of her dreams in an old diary That she cannot read Gets out of bed awakens in a sweat Runs to her baby's room and finds her lying dead Opens the window Waits to feel the wind blow Then jumps into that dark cold air