Up In Smoke

(D)        (Hm)       (A)       (D) 
Book of love in front of me 
  (G)                (D)   (A) 
Tries to bite my chin; 
(D)      (Hm)      (A)        (D) 
Angel right behind my shoulder 
 (G)             (D)   (A) 
Waits to do me in; 
(Hm)        (G) 
I wish I had a heart 
    (Hm)             (A) 
To walk me like a dog - 
     (D)     (A)   (G)     (D) 
But life‘s a sweet thing, 
 (G)            (D) 
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.