Al Grantham - Caught Lyrics

These are the days I am a smoker
So I live life on trial
Or am I just in denial

In a freezing cold October
You whisked me blissfully astray
And could you pass the ashtray

All smokey sensations I felt
Were discarded in your fountain of change
You found me a freshwater well
Where the scenery's never the same

All ashes left over
Were put into your course
They became lessons not remorse

All filtered emotion
Left me seeking release
You are breathtaking peace

In ways I can't articulate
I was struggling
Just gasping for air
You found me an epic escape
And I don't have to go anywhere

One two three four five smokes
Bumping shoulders trading smirks
They make it better
They make it worse

Prince Edward County has called
She's made a movement for our return
When we're there
We are free of a care
Never sick with fatigue or concern
And nicotine briskly swam through my veins

You showed me my guilt's
All for naught
You can't go without ever
Getting caught