Up In Smoke lyrics

Book of love in front of me

Tries to bite my chin;

Angel right behind my shoulder

Waits to do me in;

I wish I had a heart

To walk me like a dog -

But life's a sweet thing,

Going up in smoke.

Used to be a passenger,

Now they take me as their own;

Used to be a fisher-king

But now my cross is gone.

I wish I had some faith,

But all I do is talk -

And life's a sweet thing,

Going up in smoke.

We could be engineers,

We could drive a coach;

Could be real New Age

With positive approach.

I wish I still could laugh,

I wish it was a joke -

But life's a sweet thing,

Going up in smoke.