Smokey Road where your head is down
From the lovers will to letting of you
What's a good note to end on
When you're swearing at the graves you knew
Sitting waiting on the porch
For any sign of quitting what you do
Smokey Road where we walk together
Small talk about the wife and the weather
As the dust swept your face
As she came off of our road
Sulfur burning lungs and regret
Of places I don't know
I don't know how to travel
On this road anymore