Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
Down a long road,
Cuts through the pines,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
All these pulp mill towns,
Aren't for mine
Smoke stack smoke stack,
My wheels were on track,
But like a long and slow rewind,
To where I've been,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
How you're quiet in the night,
And in the morning
Well you're a lion in the morning when you come,
And I hoped that I could feel that,
'Cause here I'm dying more each morning growing numb,
But alongways down the road to where it rises,
They're all lions there,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
Down a long road,
Back through the pines,
Smoke stack smoke stack,
I long to get back,
Down a long road,
Getting wider as it rises,
To get back winding through the trees,
To get back, smaller by degrees.