Smoke (Live at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY - June 1997)

Leaf by leaf and page by page Throw this book away All the sadness, all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the glue And all the grief we never even Knew we had it all along Now it's smoke Verse 2: Ben Folds The things we've written in it Never really happened All the things we've written in it Never really happened All of the people come and gone Never really lived And all the people come have gone No one to forgive smoke Chorus We will not write a new one There will not be a new one Another one, another one Verse 3: Ben Folds Here's an evening dark with shame Throw it on the fire Here's a time I took the blame Throw it on the fire Here is a time we didn't speak It seemed for years and years And here's a secret No one will ever know The reasons for the tears They are smoke Smoke, smoke Chorus Verse 4: Ben Folds Where do all the secrets live They travel in the air You can smell them when they burn They travel Those who say the past is not dead Can stop and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is not dead Well, stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past is not even past And you keep saying We are smoke Smoke, smoke