Smith Hill

Elbows on the window sill

My head against the pane

Seen so many grow and die

But you forgot most of their names

So fire that arrow into the great big sky

And hope that it never comes down

Unless you're coming with it

It's better with you around

I could drink myself to death tonight

Or I could stand and give a toast

To those who made it out alive

Well, it's you I'll miss the most

But tonight I'll see my sweetheart

I've got a fifty dollar bill

But somewhere in her weak heart

She knows I never will

Oh, love, it's hard to hide it

True love, it's hard to find it

Though I was once beside it

I've fallen far behind it

From a tiny room up on Smith Hill

It's easy to disappear

It's easier to run off hiding

Than tell you I don't want you here

I can't stand to face the facts

To only leave you hurt

Well, I don't care much for what you have to say

But I'd like to know what you heard

Oh, love, it's hard to hide it

True love, it's hard to find it

Though I once was beside it

I've fallen far behind it

It's a long way free

You can't tread on me

And in the morning

When you're crying, you'll see