Up in Smoke

Book of love in front of me 
  Tries to bite my chin; 
  Angel right behind my shoulder 
  Waits to do me in; 
  I wish I had a heart 
  To walk me like a dog - 
  But life's a sweet thing, 
  Going up in smoke. 

  Used to be a passenger, 
  Now they take me as their own; 
  Used to be a fisher-king 
  But now my cross is gone. 
  I wish I had some faith, 
  But all I do is talk - 
  And life's a sweet thing, 
  Going up in smoke. 

  We could be engineers, 
  We could drive a coach; 
  Could be real New Age 
  With positive approach. 
  I wish I still could laugh, 
  I wish it was a joke - 
  But life's a sweet thing, 
  Going up in smoke.