Smokestack Dreams - Swingin Utters

The smokestack’s blowing off my last few dreams

And isn’t that the way it’s always been?

She pours into the sky and chokes the trees

Then disappears from view, like empty streams

And the second step from heaven disappeared

And then I took to crying on my bed

And the second step from madness disappeared on a rainy day in August every year

The denizen of sad and awful days has visited my home

With all her grace she’s taught me worlds of knowledge

Through disgrace she’s given me a taste of the misplaced

And I’ve taken to revising my diaries, modifying the more adamant entries

And the second step from madness disappeared on a rainy day in August every year

What’s missing is the scent of salted air and a song sung by your sweetheart

And you’re there as a twilight breeze sifts slowly through her hair

And the angels take a split of the devil’s share