I'm surrounded
By people from all walks of life
With cars that have travelled miles
But I'm all by myself

I cannot escape the smell of her hair
Her eyes as they follow me on the flooded road
As skip over puddles and evade her eyes
Newspaper tell their story, the smoke is evergreen

I'm holding her artistic fingers
Entangled in her smoke rings that linger a second too long
She sings out her blues
I'm living each day anew