These are the days I am a smoker So I live life on trial Or am I just in denial In a freezing cold October You whisked me blissfully astray And could you pass the ashtray All smokey sensations I felt Were discarded in your fountain of change You found me a freshwater well Where the scenery's never the same All ashes left over Were put into your course They became lessons not remorse All filtered emotion Left me seeking release You are breathtaking peace In ways I can't articulate I was struggling Just gasping for air You found me an epic escape And I don't have to go anywhere One two three four five smokes Bumping shoulders trading smirks They make it better They make it worse Prince Edward County has called She's made a movement for our return When we're there We are free of a care Never sick with fatigue or concern And nicotine briskly swam through my veins You showed me my guilt's All for naught You can't go without ever Getting caught