smoke rings by ian broudie
He's not a man of many words He's wrapped up deep
inside Seldom seen and barely heard The secrets of his
life Life looking through smoke rings Circles of
friends who have gone Gone In another time,
another place Things he could have done With a
different life, a different face With drink to oblivion
Life looking through smoke rings Circles of
friends who have gone Gone Life looking through
smoke rings Circles of friends who have gone Gone
inside Seldom seen and barely heard The secrets of his
life Life looking through smoke rings Circles of
friends who have gone Gone In another time,
another place Things he could have done With a
different life, a different face With drink to oblivion
Life looking through smoke rings Circles of
friends who have gone Gone Life looking through
smoke rings Circles of friends who have gone Gone