smoke stacks - Melrose

Early

Too late

Up to

I can’t

Say

At least your feeling just one way

Another day

Another man

Trying to buy a smoke

Well im just trying to pass

He held his dollar up to the glass

If what i am

Is what i give

Than who am i

Smokestacks

At the end of that path

Now we turn back for the night

Stonefaced

At my bumbling slow pace

A way you know well enough to write

Now i finally found the way to look to you

And say thanks for all this is

The gift of sight felt true enough