Текст песни 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