Smoke - Lucero

The Bike was on the street

Outside a midtown bar

He went looking for a drink

Wasn’t looking very hard

She was sitting on his seat

When he came out the door

She said «run away with me.»

He’d heard the line before

He said «better men than me have been all but left behind.»

She said «we're doing pretty good if we can just get out alive.»

She wrapped her arms around his waist

Nowhere to run to anyways

They bolted out into the streets

Unknown and beautiful

Unknown and beautiful

Unknown and beautiful

Unknown and beautiful

Unknown and beautiful

Into the streets

Too many nights alone

Too many days gone by

With nothing much to show

She was running out of time

He was all she’d ever need

If they could just outrun the past

She said «run away with me.»

She tried but couldn’t laugh

He said «lesser men than me have put up better fights.»

She said «we're doing pretty good if we can just get out alive.»

She wrapped her arms around his waist

Nowhere to run to anyways

They bolted out into the streets

Unknown and beautiful

Unknown and beautiful

Unknown and beautiful

Unknown and beautiful

Unknown and beautiful

Freedom was all that she owned

She moved faster all on her own

But the freedom had left her, left her drifting like smoke

Left her drifting like smoke

He’d come on off the road

On his shoulder laid her cheek

The bitter taste of smoke

The bike between her knees

The engine running loud

Couldn’t hear her if he tried

She spoke into the wind

«Run away with me tonight.»