The weak and hazy shades
Of winter sun
Come shining through
Lifting fog from the trees
And a gentle warm breeze
Sends it up into the blue
Blue sky
And you
Come creeping through my soul
Goodbye
Our love's smoking too
And the sound of those Italian engines
Are much more the sound of you
Miles was a cigarette
Smoky and long
Gonna miss
What I never had
Now that cigarette
Is gone