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Standing on the back porch smoking a cigarette,
The night is a trap door that drops down to regret.
Voices across the water travel through the air,
They are miles away, but they sound
Like theyâre right here.
And your breath leaves you like smoke,
Rising from the flames,
tearing through a dark house,
Ashes after fire,
Ashes after fire.
I went the Railway Club to visit with old friends,
They are doing well, yes, theyâre wellness never ends,
I was envious of their smiles, I wished it wasnât true,
They were so proud of their smiles,
they wished it wasnât true.
And your breath leaves you like smoke,
Rising from the flames,
tearing through a dark house,
Ashes after fire,
Ashes after fire.
Whatever urge makes the song makes me tear it down.
I will not explain, Iâll just turn around.
The silence in the distance is the profile of your face,
I will trace the lines and then I will erase.
And your breath leaves you like smoke,
Rising from the flames,
tearing through a dark house,
Ashes after fire,
Ashes after fire.