Lyrics Smokestack Dreams - Swingin Utters

Smokestack Dreams

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