Through a Glass

Through a glass of the bottle
All is green and bent
and seeing her is dark and soft
I went through hell and back again

She was my dearest friend
And she will go to heaven
So maybe I can see her again

Oh, my car will barely start
I gotta get it to Vermont
She spent her summers in Bar Harbor on her own
working in a restaurant
And she had a lot of boyfriends
I count the ones I know as I shudder through New Hampshire --- on the radio

God-God-God damn that 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 six-five-x marine
He was living out his truck
She said he was very fragile
I said I don't give a fuck

We went up and we went down
She wanted to get out of town
We were on a rollerocaster, they go nowhere
they just send you back on the ground

God-God-God damn that 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 six-five-x marine
He was living out his truck
She said he was very fragile
I said I don't give a fuck