The smell of fresh smoke lingers,

Dry cigarette ashes lay on my fingers,

It is not home, where I want to be,

It is only where the sun shines, that I can see,

As enchanting as our love may seem,

You could never be with someone who’s only freedom is just a dream,

No matter the endless effort I could promise to give,

I could never be your Prince Charming with where I live,

If I had a choice I’d choose to run away,

Then I could find a place for the both of us to stay,

With no money or chance to ever grow,

We would die peacefully in our lovely, broken home.