Vashti Bunyan - 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
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