My baby burns like a Texas cigarette
But she soothes like ginger tea
Let me in, I'll be your Marlboro cowboy
Before you lose me to the wind
Oooh, when it comes to caution I'm a king
Always turning something into nothing
Oooh, it's not a coffin it's a ring
I guess I'll meet you back in heaven
My lady lies that I'm full of truth
She swears it every afternoon
She takes my pain away and wakes me every single day
Cause she's made of saffron I'm made of clay
Oooh, when it comes to caution I'm a king
Always turning something into nothing
Oooh, it's not a coffin it's a ring
I guess I'll meet you back in heaven
I been burned like a Texas cigarette
And I been ashed out in the cold
Let's go for a ride, and we'll find ourselves a highway
Marry ourselves to the road
Oooh, when it comes to caution I'm a king
Always turning something into nothing
Oooh, it's not a coffin it's a ring
I guess I'll meet you back in heaven