Fire on the hill
Blood on the ground
Not what you see
On the good side of town
Not what you'd think
Gone in a blink of an eye
Did he know?
Silent and still
His broken prayer
Falls from his lips
Vanishing in thin air
Falls to his knees
Breathing his sweet lullaby
And he knows
But could he tell?
Stuck like a horse
On a carousel
All of the plans
That he made himself
May as well be smoke
What’s left undone
Pours from his side
Soul fades away
As an ambulance cries
So close to home
There all alone in the dark
And he knows
Last night
Somebody’s baby
Last night
Somebody’s baby died
Smoke was produced by Ted Hutt.