The sky looked like a smoke stained painting
Hanging overhead
Within the quivers nest I laid
Taking drags and hanging on to what you said,
"the weather pressure.. that's the aching in my head"
A smirk for my grey coffee and the fog
Rolling across the road
I have been working my love in the off ramp
Ready to move on
But I feel the shake as you take over
So far from home but it's worth the distance
Cause I always come back here
Then I followed through the streets
And found pieces of your dress
The rock hard heels on cobble stones
Led me to your address
And in the veil of darkness you stood
Burning cigarettes
There were no vows in the smokey rings
But you sung them none the less