a warm night in a bus shelter
waiting to go home
the lulby as cars go by
when cig smoke reaches my nose
and takes me back, so far away
to waiting like this with you
tho colder winds bit me then
the gentle smoke was the same
and we kissed, in the winter glome
you warm touch like the spring
and a quick hug, befor you left
the bus takeing you away
-
but times gone bye
and your still gone
and sesons still turn away
all ive left
is a spring touched kiss
and a memory of the gentle smoke