Like Smoke From A Ring...

on and on
and so it goes
new doors open
while old ones close

defeated suns set
hopeful ones rise
restless trains depart
lonesome ones arrive

did I taste it or did I waste it
in the end, did I erase it
to spare me the sting
of a beautiful bird in the distance
on her wing

and through the years it's remained unclear
why certain things always disappear

like smoke from a ring

left or right
or up or down
frozen indecision
leaves you spinning around

the whole world's fought
but no one's learned
my teachers taught me
about these moments that we burned

did I taste it or did I too waste it
in the end, did I erase it
to spare me the sting
of marching to a song
no one appears to want to sing

and through the years it's remained unclear
why certain things always disappear

like smoke from a ring

in the end, I think I erased it
to spare me the sting
of realizing certain things
will always disappear

like smoke from a ring