Testo di Holy Smoke

I sigh with every breath I'm breathing It's some kind of holy smoke that I believe Will take me on my way Some hobo - the dust on my old boots is settling And I'm slowly growing roots I said Would never tidy me away Uhoh, uhoh, uhoh, uhoh I do remember what an old friend told me He said "don't you go worrying about me, I'm only sad as I want to be" Well that's as maybe, but do I want to be like trees Who stand round in freezing fog just waiting For the spring to come for me? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh noo