Smoking tree

The cold night shiveres
The morning is to break open
Looking at the beautiful stars
On the clear april fools day
Do you believe in evolution?

The struggeling lighter lit the pipe
It was such a cold and windy night
Not even your volla could resist
Smoking some herbs you bought
Swazi-gold is were the treasure lies

My lungs coughed up
My tongue felt numb
I could see myself feeling more relaxed
All I heared was a soft soothing voice
"We should do it again sometime.."

Was this the right thing to do?
Was I wrong for habing that much fun
Too high to care too stoned to think
Slowly moving my feet to a shrink
No baby I'm not stopping this way!..