She said, I'm the spot on your lung
that hasn't yet spread
and I'm staining your clean bill of health
I want you to breath in deep
and let yourself sleep
while I remove myself
and as the junker crossed over
the yellow lines
that had faded from the road
She counted cigarette burns
in the passenger seat
and sang gently as she took the curve
Honey, you've been under the knife
Trust me, I know what it's like
After all the get better soons
and wishing you wells
he likened his room to a cell
But he made it out
with his mind still in tact
and on the drive home he sang to himself
Honey, i've been under the knife
but I'm sleeping in my own bed tonight
He kept the letters she sent in a seperate pile from the rest
and he thought of a different song that she sand once before she left
Honey, take me dancing tonight
For once, let's do something nice