Out for a Smoke

We don't know how great a flame Is being sought beyond the waters of these shores I'm lying here directionless Somewhere i hear the slamming of a door The darkest clouds were onto me I'd taken to the bed both day and night There were times when i'd turn back the clock I'd love to start again and get it right It's gone beyond a joke Diesel engines in the night time Drawing beet down to the factory RIP The cead mile failte at the half door History The bones of our ancestors Are buried in the field behind the shed They could be lying there oblivious Underneath cement before I'm dead Roundabouts and one way streets Double yellow lines to beat the band Still takes you longer to get anywhere Simple things so hard to understand It's gone beyond a joke I'm going out for a smoke I've seem the after-birth of beauty Where the genius' and the monster's worlds collide When the swinging of the pendulum's the strongest It's always the greatest, wildest ride With the evenings getting shorter I wonder can we forge another dream Gather up the pieces and assemble one more winning team A century's the most you'll see Not a long time really to be here Trying to get the balance right The health, the drugs, the lovin' and the beer It's gone beyond a joke I'm going out for a smoke --- Out for a Smoke - The Saw Doctors