Woorden: Casket Lottery (The). Possiblies And Maybes. Red House.

There's a red house road,
and lies beyond it something like a chicken coop,
not sure though.
I go overdose.
And the ghost of my brain
comes to yours,
and something comes quite clear.
Smoke is her name but she'll grow.
Can't stop the rain or the snow.
Am I talking about the medicine,
the legal thing you eat when you are sick?
Am I falling out of sight design?
Beyond the red house road I move too quick.
She's got real big bones
and a gorgeous home.
And between her -umm-
and me there's something quite good I love.
Smoke is her name but she'll grow.
Can't stop the rain or the snow.
And I dream, dream, dream but don't.
And I look, look.
And I leave, leave, leave but don't.
Love, love, love.
She's a buzzing bee.
She's a person, see, between you and me,
someone I want bad but can't have.
I'm an overgrown little wanting boy.
She's my only joy,
and covers come between us to clear.
Smoke is her name but she'll grow.
Can't stop the rain or the snow.
And I... you don't belong