Up In Smoke
Book of love in front of meTries to bite my chin;Angel right behind my shoulderWaits to do me in;I wish I had a heartTo walk me like a dog -But life's a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.
Used to be a passenger,Now they take me as their own;Used to be a fisher-kingBut now my cross is gone.I wish I had some faith,But all I do is talk -And life's a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.
We could be engineers,We could drive a coach;Could be real New AgeWith positive approach.I wish I still could laugh,I wish it was a joke -But life's a sweet thing,Going up in smoke.