a little smoke tornado rises from my cigarette
in the twilight of the evenin when it isn't dark just yet
i contemplate my hopes and dreams
and my eternal debt
old triumphs and disasters
the sun begins to set
and lo across these many years at the end of every day
though i have so many faults she loves me anyway
before i set myself to sleep i'll have another beer
and wonder where she is tonight n' wipe away the tear
grateful for every little thing
that came from one so dear
and dream of our tomorrow
without a trace of fear
and lo across these many years at the end of every day
the comfort of always knowing that she loves me anyway
across the many years to come any price i'll gladly pay
to see my daughter's smile and know, she loves me anyway
a little smoke tornado rises from my cigarette
in the twilight of the evenin when it isn't dark just yet
stephenhsmith 16jan2004
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