Smoke and Mirrors

[couchgrouch]

Smoke and MirrorsI went to Ringling Bros.one summer with my folkssomeone made a lady vanishin a purple puff of smokemy dad saw I was frightenedwhen that woman disappearedhe said, "don't worry, son,trust me...it's all donewith just smoke and mirrors"I lit unfiltered Luckiesand paved my time with tarI watched her walk in the tavernin the mirror behind the barour shadows started dancing'neath midnight chandeliersI hoped the wrong I did,would somehow stay hidby the smoke and mirrorsonce I had money to burnand love that was crystal clearbut that night they both turnedto nothing but smoke and mirrorsso I drink then start driftingwith the mem'ries in my mindI see an old bridge burningover a river of blue timethere's a face in the waterlike magic it disappearsI reach for her sad and slow,but she's gone to long agoin mists of smoke and mirrors(c)2004 Robert George