Smoke

Fire on the hill, blood on the ground
Not what you'd see on the good side of town
Not what you'd think, gone in the blink of an eye

Till he knows

Silent and still, he's broken bread
Vows from his lips then it sink in thin air
Falls to his knees, breathing in sweet lullaby

And he knows but could he tell
Stuck like a horse on a carousel
All other plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke

What's left undone pours from his eye
Soul fades away as an ambulance cries
So close to home, they're all alone in the dark

And he knows but could he tell
Stuck like a coin in a wishing well
All other plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke, smoke

Last night, somebody's baby
Last night, somebody's baby died

And could he tell
Stuck like a horse on a carousel
Just like a coin in a wishing well
All other plans that he made himself
May as well be smoke, smoke