(Ben Folds cover)
Jen and I took a vacation and visited Yosemite. Part of it was on fire…hence the smoke reference. This tune has represented many things for me over the years…I think the lyrics say it better than I could…again, my one man percussion band.
Leaf by Leaf page by page Throw this book away All the sadness all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding, tear the glue All of the grief we never ever knew We had it all along Now it's smoke The things we've written in it Never really happened All of the people come and gone Never really lived All of the people have come have gone No one to forgive smoke We will never write a new one There will not be a new one Another one, another one Here's an evening dark with shame Throw it on the fire here's the time I took the blame Throw it on the fire Here's the time we didn't speak it seemed for years and years Here's a secret No one will ever know the reasons for the tears They are smoke Where do all the secrets live They travel in the air You can smell them when they burn They travel Those who say the past is not dead Stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past is not dead Come on and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is not even past You keep saying We are, smoke