Smoke Rings in the Dark

She walks like a feather,

Dropping from a tree in June,

She shines brighter than a shooting star,

And her kiss reminds me of a warm summer evening,

She’s tracing a path through the constellations,

While I’m sitting looking up at the stratosphere,

Wondering about our place in the stars,

And blowing smoke rings in the dark

Pretty soon, she’ll be back

While I’m having a barbecue for Mabel,

Circling around one more time,

My own personal celestial body,

And there I’ll be,

Falling for that shooting star,

Blowing smoke rings in the dark

The Bilge Master