Title: Smoke
Artist: The Conells
Composer(s): David Dowell Connell, Michael Collier Connell, George Harris Huntley, Douglas John Mac Millan, Stephen Jacob Potak, William Peele Wimberley
Lyric:
Going to take you back, all the way to yesterday
When everything supposedly began
Met some guy, sight unseen, steady diet of everything
And a plan, ohh, man
Why can't a guy just let it go?
Forget it, all I know is that I'm not home
At least I know we had it planned in a rented mini van
And at least I know that somebody drove
With a head full of steam, I really hope
You don't know what I mean, I really do
Why can't a guy just let it go?
Forget it, all I know is that I'm not home
How will you account for me?
You know they're going to make you
You know they're going to make you
Why is it just smoke I see? Going to make you realize
If you meet some guy, sight unseen
Steady diet of everything and a plan, ohh, man
He's going to take you back, all the way to yesterday
When everything supposedly began
Why can't a guy just let it go?
Forget it, all I know is that I'm not home
Why can't a guy just let it go?
Forget it, all I know is that I'm not home
How will you account for me?
You know they're going to make you
You know they're going to make you
Why is it just smoke I see? Going to make you realize
Eyes, smoke in your eyes
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