If Jesus smoked Marlboros,
And John Wayne sang the blues,
And Elvis lived upstairs,
In the spare room.
And the color of night,
Was just a neon light,
Blinking in a smokey saloon.
And all dogs went to heaven, and nobody wanted to fight.
I’d still be missing you.
If oranges were apples,
And candy canes hung from popsicle trees.
And old pickup trucks,
And merry-go-rounds,
And barnyard hoedowns,
Were suddenly sentimental dreams.
I’d still be missing you. – Sinz and Magnifisinz