Alesha and Others
We are sitting here, looking at smoke rings
As she thinks a lot, a little bit of truth seeps in
And the sound of it seems to annoy her
And so she wanders off alone and wonders where will she go
But I wonder where has she been

Now she breaks my train of thought without a warning
She is telling me about the people that she knows
As she looks into my eyes, I see the future
And now she says that I may stay
But I think that I better go