Smoke

The smoke in that old bar used to make me feel right at home
And since it got shut down lately I don't know where to go

And I know that it's dumb to feel this way
But there's some part of me that's gone away

The meaning of life is whatever you want it to be
And mornings like this I don't want it to be anything

And I know it's dumb to feel this way
But all good things go up in smoke someday