Souvenirs

Here is a poem that my lady sent down
Some morning while I was away
Wrote on the back of a leaf that she found
Somewhere around MontereyAnd here is the key to a house far away
Where I used to live as a child
They tore down the building when I moved away
And left the key unreconciledAnd down in the canyon, the smoke starts to rise
It rides on the wind till it reaches your eyes
When faced with the past
The strongest man cries, criesAnd down in the canyon, the smoke starts to rise
It rides on the wind till it reaches your eyes
When faced with the past
The strongest man cries, cries