THE SMOKE GOT IN MY EYES

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I'm not telling any lies,
the smoke got in my eyes.
And there is no disguise,
that the smoke got in my eyes.
And it is no surprise,
that the smoke was in my eyes.
But I have to wonder why,
why the smoke got in my eyes!


When I was down and out
and all about me sang,
of the stains of poverty
and the stink in which they swam.
When I was fading fast
and all my colours ran to grey,
when my days just wouldn't last
and to night they ran away.


When I was slipping down
into my own deep dark hell.
And to all new fads and things around,
I grabbed, but also fell.
When all my loves had gone,
and my hopes were shattered dreams.
I stood upright to stay strong
so I could write of my struggling themes.


So I'm not telling any lies,
the smoke got in my eyes.
And there is no disguise,
that the smoke got in my eyes.
And it is no surprise,
that the smoke was in my eyes.
But I still wonder why,
why the smoke got in my eyes!


When my only satisfaction
is to see the time pass by,
and hope my only interaction
is with the hours as they fly.
When my smiles are worn upside down
and my frowns are drawn in blood.
When my sorrows are mostly drowned
and I'm in the gutter caked in mud.


When my wallows are asplash in grief
and my shallows are deeply sunk,
to be at gallows hill would be relief,
but instead I'll just get blind drunk.
When time at last comes calling,
and my hours are running short,
and the daylight is soon falling,
and death is coming at my door.


Then I'm not telling any lies,
it's the smoke that's in my eyes.
And there is no disguise,
that the smoke got in my eyes.
And it's sure no surprise,
that the smoke was in my eyes.
But I still wonder why,
why the smoke got in my eyes!


When I'm approaching fast
to those heaven pearly gates,
and I can sing at last
of my dark poetic fates.
And I can run and fly,
and rest on clouds forever long,
way up in the silver sky,
high up there where stars belong.


Then I can at last be free,
and dance an opera on the breeze,
away from negativity,
and the smoke which follows me.
That's when I'll finally agree and say,
about the smoke which came to me,
and those pains which came my way,
made me who I was supposed to be.


So I'm not telling any lies,
the smoke got in my eyes.
And there is no disguise,
that the smoke was in my eyes.
And it is no surprise,
that the smoke was in my eyes.
But I still have to wonder why,
why the smoke got in my eyes!



© 2024 Shoestring Shane

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