When The Smoke Clears

I open my eyes,
 And then I look up as I tilt back this bottle of sun-baked rotgut.
 And my clothes are still wet from the dew on the
 Grass, but here at the bottom we don't give a damn.
 The wood is still burning from yesterday's fire,
 Our home turned to ashes on a funeral pyre because I lit the match
 And I watched the flame as I tried to erase my mind of your name but
 I still see your face in the clouds,
 And I still smell your hair in the flowers,
 And I still hear your voice in the sounds at
 Night, and all I can do is lay here and cry.
 Now I close my eyes and dream about us,
 How I felt when I knew it was you that I loved.
 How I always struggled with words hard to find,
 How you smiled, held my hand and told me to be quiet.
 And I realize what I need to lose is the fear of a future alone
 Without you so I pick up the bottle and shatter the glass that made
 Me believe you belonged in my past and I still see your face in
 Clouds, and I still smell your hair in the flowers,
 And I still hear your voice in the sounds at
 Night, and I know that you'll always be by my side.
 Still see your face in clouds,
 And I still smell your hair in the flowers,
 And I still hear your voice in the sounds at
 Night, and I know that you'll always be by my side.
 Be by my side.