Ian Broudie Smoke Rings
He's not a man of many words
He's wrapped up deep inside
Seldom seen and barely heard
The secrets of his life
Life looking through smoke rings
Circles of friends who have gone
Gone
In another time, another place
Things he could have done
With a different life, a different face
With drink to oblivion
Life looking through smoke rings
Circles of friends who have gone
Gone
Life looking through smoke rings
Circles of friends who have gone
Gone
