Smoke Ring

Oh, when you were young
You could wake up very slowly
Rise and fill your lungs
Eat and feel the Sun on your face
Now you’re fled and gone
And a ghost sits down in every doorway
When fractures fail too long
Then all the kids stop singing songs and laughing

They see visions of the roadway
Stuck in a town that isn’t ok

How I used to pray
For the house not to catch on fire
Every night I’d wait
A prayer could seal my fate
Now I turn to you
And our picture’s fading very slowly
I'm grasping for some proof
‘Cause I still don’t know the truth about them

They see visions of the roadway
Stuck in a town that isn’t ok
They see visions of the roadway
Trapped in a vase, wrapped in a smoke ring