[Verse] Smoke curls slow from the iron flame, Hot grease drips on the cracked concrete. You know the night’s not far from the end, But we still got breath and a few good beats. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, the streetlight flickers low, Like a prayer half-said, half-sung. One more smoke, one more song— We’re just ghosts with a little lung. [Chorus] Smoke driftin’ up from the grill behind the depot, Burnin’ quiet, but it’s burnin’ me. You and me on this rusty bench, Livin’ in the afterglow of a forgotten night. Oh, smoke driftin’— You know, it feels like home. [Verse] You light your cigarette with a tired hand, I watch the shadows stretch across the land. No one’s comin’ to claim the road, Just us and the fire, like it always was. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, the city’s tired too, Like a man who’s lost his name. We’re whisperin’ truths no one else knows— Just a breath, a song, a nameless flame. [Chorus] Smoke driftin’ up from the grill behind the depot, Burnin’ quiet, but it’s burnin’ me. You and me on this rusty bench, Livin’ in the afterglow of a forgotten night. Oh, smoke driftin’— You know, it feels like home. [Bridge] They say love’s a fire you can’t tame, But this one’s just a slow-burn flame. No need to shout, no need to fight— We’re two voices in the same old light. [Chorus] Smoke driftin’ up from the grill behind the depot, Burnin’ quiet, but it’s burnin’ me. You and me on this rusty bench, Livin’ in the afterglow of a forgotten night. Oh, smoke driftin’— You know, it feels like home. [Outro] Smoke driftin’… Yeah… It’s home… Just home…