Words and Music by Thomas Gannett
My back against the wind I strike the blaze.
And in my mind I recollect the days,
days when I was on my own;
I never was alone
with you there.
They say that you're not good for me, I know.
They say I must not bask in your warm glow.
But you are my constancy,
you illumine my path for me.
onward without your spark—
the way ahead is dark.
So I must now take my leave of you:
They tell me it's the only thing to do.
You have been with me day and night;
when all was dark you were my light.
How can I let you go?
The stains on my fingers will fade, I know;
my metabolic processes will slow.
My mind will wander aimlessly,
when at last I set you free—
How can I set you free?
so hard to say goodbye
the way you satisfy.
Chester, you’re not king size: you’re regular. You’re better than king size.
And you know, I think back on all the time we shared,
the good times and the bad.
But you steadied me against the vicissitudes;
you tempered me to grasp the thought that eludes.
And you came with coupons, man, LMC, fourteen to a carton.
I probably still have boxes full of those things somewhere. . . .
But I’m rambling, now. That’s what happens without nicotine.
The point is, when I quit smoking, they quit manufacturing you.
[Repeat second chorus]