Let Down

Like a smoke stack in the evening Soaking everything in town In hard luck, soot and sulfur Like a dead horse on the ground Oh that old familiar burden Ah, that same old one year lust When it shines like silver in the sun Before it starts to rust I missed you long before You were even gone I could feel you moving on Like a cigarette Like a song Like a silhouette at sunrise Of some lost, familiar friend But turns out to be St. Peter Rolling credits near the end And you hide in your apartment With every stain under the rug Sometimes they say the cover Is the safest way to judge And I swear we've had this moment One hundred times before We know there is a problem Getting harder to ignore I missed you long before You were even gone I could feel you moving on Like a cigarette Like a song I missed you long before You were even gone I could feel you moving on Like a cigarette Like a song