Lyrics:

There's something about a girl with a guitar
That reminds me of some odd feeling
Of having a cigarette out in the winter
At night, where I'd work overtime
In the memory department--
My mind just a hazy cloud of smoke,
My thoughts hanging in the air
Like they were left behind
For someone else to walk into
Who would pause to look up at the stars
For a brief minute... then cough.

My diary is in the atmosphere--
(Those who care can go up and read it).
It is all in order
And arranged by date;
And you'll be surprised that
It doesn't fade when it rains.
I honestly don't mind;
I won't hate you for it
But I must warn you to think twice:
Through misinterpreted vibes,
You may find yourself
Drifting into a mindless detour,
Towards a relaxing,
dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-induced daydream
Full of extraordinary pretences.
And I have no control over that.

God drinks at the same bar as I do
He watches the lowlifes come and go;
'Today is tomorrow,' he said,
To which I replied, 'Amen.'
We had one more toast,
A glass to 'each his own'
I thought about back home.
God wondered about Adam and Eve,
Wondered how they might have fared
In this world as hippies--
But with that thought in mid-air
We were engulfed
In a hazy cloud of smoke
By the people sitting behind us
Who had just come in
To watch a girl play her guitar.