Second hand Smoke

Your name still hangs

On my denim sleeve

Like a county fair wristband

I forgot to leave

You moved on fast

I moved on mean

But I still taste your ghost

In the spaces between

I bought a new truck

And a second chance

But the old hurt

Still knows how to dance

Second hand smoke, second hand smoke

Still burns my throat

Still hangs on close

You left your mark

On everything I know

Second hand smoke, second hand smoke

Mama said, "Boy

That one ain't your home"

But I kept that porch light

Burning like a loan

Now Friday comes

And the bar crowd sings

I lift my glass

To the cracked old ring

I changed my boots

I changed my skin

But when the wind shifts

There you are again

Second hand smoke, second hand smoke

Still burns my throat

Still hangs on close

You left your mark

On everything I know

Second hand smoke, second hand smoke

I tried to wash

Your shadow clean

But it rose back up

In the bed of my dreams

So I let it roll

Let it run me through

Some scars don't fade

They just learn you

Second hand smoke, second hand smoke

Still burns my throat

Still hangs on close

You left your mark

On everything I know

Second hand smoke, second hand smoke

I sing it loud

'Cause I can't let go