Woodsmoke

Someday we'll be back from the road
Lined by trees
with a fire burning
and woodsmoke in our sweaters

Back from the road
In a little old rundown house
Back from the road
With a row of trees between us
And those who'll never know

And Saturday's a love seat and the CBC
Holding hands to walk through Sunday
And back from the road lined with trees.

Back from the road
In a little old rundown house
Back from the road
With a row of trees between us
And those who'll never know

Walking through the fallen windblown trees
With woodsmoke in our sweaters
Come close to me against the breeze
And you know you'll feel better
With woodsmoke in our sweaters.