Clove Cigarette

Rose is smoking a clove cigarette And it takes me back to your summer dress And that green plastic table with those green plastic chairs And you'd touch my summer skin and you'd toss your golden hair It takes some steps forward and some steps back Oh it just doesn't matter 'cause I'm on track On the sidewalk she turns her foot And I hold the door as she tiptoes through it And I'm getting foggy but I don't really care 'Cause I've no reason to be anywhere It takes some steps forward and some steps back Oh it just doesn't matter 'cause I'm on track Is this my family? Are these my friends? Oh it's not a problem, I just had other plans That green plastic table with those green plastic chairs And you'd touch my summer skin and you'd toss your golden hair It takes some steps forward and some steps back Oh it just doesn't matter 'cause I'm on track Just doesn't matter 'cause I'm on track It just doesn't matter 'cause I'm on track It just doesn't matter 'cause I'm on track