Smoke of Home

Mary woke in Billingham
On a cold and smoky morn
She put her clothes in an Asda bag
And left her parents' home
And, oh
She never went home again
She got a bus to Stockton
Found a working train by chance
She got it down to Waterloo
And then across to France
And, oh
She never went home again
She thought the streets would be paved with gold
Just like the stories her parents had told
But all she caught was a dog and a cold
And the lights went down on Mary
'Cause the streets were ordinary
And when she woke
She was broke
And she longed for the smoke of home
Longed for the smoke of home
Found herself employment
As a bear in Disneyland
She didn’t make much money
So she thought she’d make a stand
And, oh
She never went back again
She thought the streets would be paved with gold
Just like the stories her parents had told
But all she caught was a dog and a cold
And the lights went down on Mary
'Cause the streets were ordinary
And when she woke
She was broke
And she longed for the smoke of home
Longed for the smoke of home
(take me home)
(take me home)
(take me home)
(take me home)
Lights went down on Mary (longed for the smoke of home)
Lights went down on Mary (longed for the smoke of home)
Lights went down on Mary (longed for the smoke of home)
Lights went down on Mary
When she woke
She was broke
And she longed for the smoke of home
And the lights went down on Mary
'Cause the streets were ordinary
And when she woke
She was broke
And she longed for the smoke of home
Longed for the smoke of home