The weak and hazy shades of winter sun
   come shining through
   lifting fog from the trees and a gentle warm breeze
   send it up into the blue
  
   blue sky and you come creeping through my soul
   goodbye our love's smoking too
   and the sound of those italian engines
   are much more the sound of you
  
   miles was a cigarette smoky and long
   gonna miss what i never had
   now that cigarette is gone