Sometime in the morning,
my coffee gets ice cold;
and I'll burn up three cigarettes,
before I have my first smoke;
miss my exit on the way to work,
every now and then;
always blame it on the traffic,
when they ask me where I've been;
and in a crowded elevator,
I start humming that old song;
there's no way of knowing,
when that urge will come along;
I've been stuck in some meeting,
look down at my legal pad;
I see hearts and flowers and butterflies,
and I can't help but laugh

that's just a dirt road;
summer '89
that's just a back seat;
and some musky dime wine,
that's just auburn hair;
brushing across my cheek,
and those kiss me green eyes;
smiling back at me,
that's just my mind;
jumping fences once again,
but I'll be fine;
once I get rowed back in,
I know sometimes;
I may act a little crazy,
but that's just Jessie

and sometimes in the evening;
I hear bare feet in the hall,
and I see a slender silhouette;
dance across the wall,
then I catch the sent of jasmine;
perfume in the wind,
and I know its her sweet memory;
coming back again,

that's just a dirt road;
summer '89
that's just a back seat;
and some musky dime wine,
that's just auburn hair;
brushing across my cheek,
and those kiss me green eyes;
smiling back at me,
that's just my mind;
jumping fences once again,
but I'll be fine;
once I get rowed back in,
I know sometimes;
I may act a little crazy,

but that's just Jessie;
in a white cotton dress,
that's just a wildfire;
that I ain't put out yet,
that's just auburn hair;
brushing across my cheek,
and those kiss me green eyes;
smiling back at me,
that's just my mind;
jumping fences once again,
but I'll be fine;
once I get rowed back in,
I know sometimes;
I may act a little crazy... (fades out)

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