Smoke of Home

Mary woke in Billingham On a cold and smoky morn She put her clothes in an Asda bag And left her parents' home And, oh She never went home again She got a bus to Stockton Found a working train by chance She got it down to Waterloo And then across to France And, oh She never went home again She thought the streets would be paved with gold Just like the stories her parents had told But all she caught was a dog and a cold And the lights went down on Mary 'Cause the streets were ordinary And when she woke She was broke And she longed for the smoke of home Longed for the smoke of home Found herself employment As a bear in Disneyland She didn't make much money So she thought she'd make a stand And, oh She never went back again She thought the streets would be paved with gold Just like the stories her parents had told But all she caught was a dog and a cold And the lights went down on Mary 'Cause the streets were ordinary And when she woke She was broke And she longed for the smoke of home Longed for the smoke of home (Take me home) (Take me home) (Take me home) (Take me home) Lights went down on Mary (longed for the smoke of home) Lights went down on Mary (longed for the smoke of home) Lights went down on Mary (longed for the smoke of home) Lights went down on Mary When she woke She was broke And she longed for the smoke of home And the lights went down on Mary 'Cause the streets were ordinary And when she woke She was broke And she longed for the smoke of home Longed for the smoke of home