Smokestacks - Balto

Smokestacks breathe fire on the skyline tonight

And down by the docks I’m standing on the starboard side

Anne, she is crying

Anne, she is right

«You don’t have to run anymore»

Concrete and Squalor, mud and tire tracks

Drunks in the fog tipping empty bottles back

Anne at the bus stop

Anne’s looking for change

Threadbare and cold in the rain

Greyhound you starcrossed diesel limousine

For five quiet nights she turns her child’s eyes on me

Anne you’re a dreamer

But Anne you’ve got to know

Please don’t look back when I go

Did she make love a jailer

Did she lock up the hope inside her chest

Call it a burden she’d bear all alone

And wait for the world to go cold

«Wake up,» she smiles we’re getting near the coast

Anne’s making plans, the future offers so much more

Eyes on the twilight she’ll ask me where I’m bound

For years now I’m on my way home

Highways go tumble to drown in choppy seas

And where I went sailing, Anne could never follow me

Down by the lighthouse it’s shining down her cheeks

Silhouette that sticks in my dreams