Smoke on the Breeze

Smoke on the breeze Sends me runnin' back to you Holding on to me In my torn up jeans and boots Hoping baby you're still holding A place beside you when you're falling asleep Hand on the wheel And the other in the passenger seat Looking for your knee And missing your company Yes and hoping baby when you're smoking You're saving one for me Dreaming of you and I in linen sheets Smoke on the breeze Smoke in your room Hanging out like me Worn like perfume When I'm walking down the street Yes and knowing baby you are golden to me Smoke on the breeze Yes and knowing, baby you are more than free Still you're holding me