There was a woman in the underpass. Told me that I was too young to smoke. You're only 15. I know, I was unwise, yeah. Some think money makes them invincibie. Others forget they're alive, too busy looking for a dime. Well, I guess I'm just trying to walk slowly with my shoes and my skeleton. My friends they dream of Chicago, they think that maybe they left something there. Yeah, maybe they left something there, in the grass. But they're breaking bottles over Omaha. My heart is filled with that broken glass.