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
