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.