Secondhand Smoke

Let me say out loud what you been whispering

There ain't much you don't already know

If I ain't talking, I'm listening

The things you say let your colors show

It's just me and my guitar in this apartment

My landlord smokes like a chimney fire

I ain't with my gal no more, just outside my bedroom door

Is a life that feels like walking on a wire

People sure do talk, it's true

Guess they've got nothing better to do

Sad to say some friends turn out fake

Had about all I can take of secondhand smoke

And firsthand heartbreak

I know I'm not the first or the last man

Ground to dust by the rumor mill

I used to worry folks were talking 'bout me

Learned the hard way that they always will

I might have been the one who tore it all to the ground

But I'm here picking up the pieces, too

I know I've still got a heart 'cause it's tearing me apart

That a memory's all I've got to hold onto

People sure do talk, it's true

Guess they've got nothing better to do

Sad to say some friends turn out fake

Had about all I can take of secondhand smoke

And firsthand heartbreak

So if you ever catch me drifting through your little town

Like a leaf on the wind blowing through

Just know I may never be over her, but I'm sure over you

'Cause people sure do talk, it's true

Guess they've got nothing better to do

Sad to say some friends turn out fake

Had about all I can take of secondhand smoke

And firsthand heartbreak

Had about all I can take of secondhand smoke

And firsthand heartbreak