Smoke and Bone Lyrics

A Real Big Man

Nancy Sferra (©2007)

You call me up on the telephone, ask me out to dinner at the Old Millstone

I said I was busy, some excuse about friends, an irritation in my voice I didn’t intend


I see you each night walking down the street with a Pekinese at the end of your leash

I shook my head and cleared out the fog, and thought it takes a big man to walk a little dog


I picked up the phone and I called you back, said I changed my mind about that snack

He said that’s great, I’ll pick you up soon, I have reservations in the Orchid Room


He pulled to the curb in a 10-year old beater, the size of a bread box, a tiny two-seater

Forty to the gallon, it could go very far, yeah it takes a big man to drive a small car


It takes a big man to drive a small car, it takes a big man to drive a small car

It takes a big man to walk a little dog, It takes a big man to walk a little dog


I’ve fallen in love with that Pekinese and the man that walks her on the end of that leash

And I take long rides in a tiny little car, it looks like hell with its dents and its scars


The dog’s in my lap with her head in the breeze, I’m happy with my man and my Pekinese

You can take your diamonds and your caviar, I got a real big man who drives a little car


It takes a big man to drive a small car, it takes a big man to drive a small car

It takes a big man to walk a little dog, It takes a big man to walk a little dog


Anyplace But Here

© 2005 Nancy Sferra


I don’t map out my path, no seers or fancy math

Hands out, I feel my way


I tripped up a time or two, it all came unglued

I just went on from there


Sitting on the porch, sun on my face

Feet propped up on a wooden chaise

Taking sips from a bottle of beer

I can’t imagine being anyplace but here


I feel fine, most of the time, don’t have a grand design

Whatever comes my way


No tarot cards, no crystal balls, I took a couple of falls

Brushed off and walked away


Circles Round My Head

© 2005 Nancy Sferra

Am I crazy or just confused

Not sure how I left your ego bruised

Silent treatment is driving me out of my mind

Like talking to the dead, running circles round my head


If it’s not one thing, it’s another

Last week you said you hate my mother

Wonder what you think of the poor old dog

Make my body feel like lead, running circles round my head


        When we first met you knocked me out

                        You were the one, there was no doubt

                        But there were signs I should have read

                        If I were smart I should have fled


Just a night out with the guys

Never figured I’d get wise

Forgot to hide all the evidence

Can’t believe a word you said, running circles round my head


We best talk and figure this out

Don’t you give me that look of doubt

I don’t think there’s much that’s best left unsaid

Time to lie in your made bed, running circles round my head

Life’s Okay

©2008 Nancy Sferra

I’m working like a dog, can’t see another sunrise

I’m staying one step ahead of the next surprise

My car runs just fine when it’s going downhill

Collecting flies and mud in the dented front grill


But life’s okay cause I’ve got you by my side

We work real hard to keep each other sane

And you help me push my car into the breakdown lane


I’m working like a dog to make ends meet

Praying some machine won’t make me obsolete

The past due notices arrive in the mail

We move once again to get them off of our trail


But life’s okay cause I’ve got you by my side

You pull the car into the tow-away zone

And you help me load her up with everything I own


I’m working like a dog, can’t get enough sleep

The back seat is pretty small in my rusty old heap

I’m still wide awake a quarter til ten

Let’s just fill her up and hit the road again


Yes, life’s okay cause I’ve got you by my side

We’re just flying by the seat of our pants

Let’s hit another town and take one more chance


Long, Long Legs

© 2008 Nancy Sferra


She’s got long, long legs and high cheekbones

Got a rich, rich daddy, showers her with ice white stones

She turns every head when she walks in a room

Leaves me in the wake of expensive perfume

Well, how can I compete with that


Drives a Mercedes Benz, wears a white fur coat

Serves fine champagne on her long, long boat

She lures all the men with a crook of her finger

Has her way with the young gunslingers

Well, how can I compete with that


Well, I’m five foot four and drive an old Tercel

 And my poor, poor daddy’s in the county jail


Has a house in the summer, has a house in the winter

Has a question bout wine, has a personal vintner

She puts out word bout her party by the bay

She’ll get every man from fifty miles away

Well, how can I compete with that


Your Cat Is A Haunt In My Lap

© 2006 Nancy Sferra


Harsh, harsh echoes in your empty room

Boxes of memories waiting to be exhumed

Your brilliant writing in tortured words

Left behind, for another time, their meaning deferred

Your voice is silenced but your message is heard


Your cat is a haunt in my lap

   I’d trade one of hers to get your life back

Your cat is a haunt in my lap

Turn around, settle down, enjoy your sweet dreams


Cold, cold hard ground, your eyes reflect the midnight sky

You finally found peace, a solitary goodbye

You were so hopeful when you tried to start clean

You moved in, caught your breath, had a routine

‘Til you freed your soul in this cold, dark ravine


Your cat is a haunt in my lap

  Reminds me of times that I’ll never get back

Your cat is a haunt in my lap

 Turn around, settle down, enjoy your sweet dreams


Hushed, hushed whispers, friends search for something to say

We all have problems keeping our demons at bay

He seemed quite happy, we thought he could cope

But he lost his balance on the thin tight rope

One last grasp for that ring of hope


© 2011 Nancy Sferra


Loves his wine and fancy cars, impress the girls in backlit bars

Flashes his false pedigree

Likes money more than common sense, he’d rob his mom for stuff to fence

Then flash his cash for everyone to see

When he hits the light of day, his schemes seem over exposed

He says you need to pay to play and when he just melts away

You know that you’ve just been hosed


Night time comes, shadows fall, he slinks along the darkened walls

Looking for someone new to roll

As he steps out from the black, one eye in front and one in back

Just in case he’s followed by a mole

With pockets weighted down full of cash, it’s hard to run from enemies he knows

He’s known for being brash, he likes to do the dine and dash

After getting the waitress totally snowed


He’s out there looking for a pawn, someone new that he can con

Lays it on until they drop their guard

He gets them all to play his game, until it all goes up in flames

It all collapses like a house of cards

He picks himself up and reshuffles the deck

And heads back out on the street

He passes off a few bad checks, shrugs it off, what the heck

He has something new up his sleeve


Quiche Lorraine

©2012 Nancy Sferra


Candles in the kitchen, ain't got no flame

My old man, he ain't got no game

Standing by the stove with his apron on

What he said next set off my smoke alarm

He said wait til you try my quiche lorraine

I thought he was talking about a woman by that name


I got the chicken cordon blues

Cause I found out I was being used

He had me try out dishes with fancy names

That I bet he was serving to that Quiche Lorraine

Kidney bordelaise and cheese fondue

I believe I've already paid my dues


No matter how fine he might look

Mama said never trust a skinny cook

I couldn't put his Lorraine out of my mind

And I must admit my thoughts weren't very kind

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a book

About mushrooms that we kept in our breakfast nook

A mushroom book we kept in our breakfast nook


Ain't no sizzle in the pan

I miss the cooking of my dead old man

Cream corn and potatoes, plain white bread

Some unidentifiable yellow spread

This jailhouse food is kinda plain

But once a month they serve us quiche Lorraine


Smoke and Bone

© 2011 Nancy Sferra

 Smokey eyes and voice to match, legs a mile long

He’s what we call a catch, his back is straight and strong

He has that carefree, laid-back stance, wears boots with pointy toes

He’ll put you in a trance, and  never let you go


That man can smell a fool from miles away

He’ll chew you up and spit you out, he’ll leave you in a daze

And when you come around, you’ll find you’re all alone

And all that will be left is smoke and bone


He takes you to the trendy places, knows the maitre d

I’ll take you to your table sir, bring your bottle of chablis

You see the other diners watch as the two of you go past

With the gorgeous man upon your arm, you feel like upper class


Part way through the conversation, you go absentee

The wine does better talking than present company

Gazing through the candle light, smoke gets in your eyes

Your blood is pounding in your ears, he’s got you hypnotized


They’re Gonna Find Out

©2007 Nancy Sferra


Just an occasional nickel and a dime to put in the change jar at home

Tell yourself it’s to make ends meet, the difference between a bed and the street

Make a promise it’s the final time, you better be discreet

Or they’re gonna find out


The money in your pocket doesn’t make a dent in the bottom line

 All it takes is creative math to throw the scent off your path

When you live above your means it’s hard to hide that flash

They’re gonna find out


Jesus walked on water but you’re just on thin ice

You’ve lined up your reasons, you’re justified

 But they’ll tighten up the vise, they’re gonna find out


New suede shoes, a diamond ring to lighten up your mood

Help yourself to whatever you need, don’t confuse what you’ve done with greed

Better enjoy the fruits of your labor, they’ll be bittersweet

They’re gonna find out


Cheap Champagne

© 2005 Nancy Sferra


I love your rusty Ford, zero to thirty with the pedal floored, won’t you take me out driving

Vinyl seats and three on the tree, worn floor mats and an old CB, I feel our love is thriving

I love you the way you are, I wouldn’t change a thing


I don’t need a brand new car, fine wine or caviar

                        I love you the way you are, so open up some cheap champagne


I love your flannel shirts, faded jeans stained with dirt, baby, let’s go out dancing

Steel-toed boots and woolen cap, nappy plaid with fur lined flaps, let’s just keep on romancing

I love you the way you are, I wouldn’t change a thing


I don’t need a diamond ring, don’t buy me anything

                        I love you the way you are, so open up some cheap champagne


I love your milk crate shelves, posters you’ve had since you were twelve,

Why don’t we stay in tonight

I love your paper plates and fine Chinette in your estate, and fast food dinners by candlelight

I love you the way you are, I wouldn’t change a thing


I don’t need haute cuisine, or a chauffer and limousine

                        I love you the way you are, so open up some cheap champagne


A Secret That’s All Mine

Nancy Sferra © 2006

My friends are standing in their tiny knots, hold their glasses of single malt scotch

Sneaking glances over the rims of their glass, looking my way

Are they on my side, it’s borderline, I wish they’d drop a subtle sign

I need a secret that’s all mine

I need a secret that’s all mine


Sides made up of his and hers, the ones on the fence are getting on my nerves

Fishing for gossip with old stale bait, they’ll have to wait

Friends I thought for life, they sharpen their knives, sink in the blade

I need a secret that’s all mine

I need a secret that’s all mine


Mom and Dad are snooping round me way too much, my sisters haven’t lost their touch

They set up my brother as the go-between, I guess I’ll be mean

I could feel the frost when I said get lost, don’t bother me

I need a secret that’s all mine

I need a secret that’s all mine


Searching the garbage for a scrap of dirt, will surely sooth my world of hurt

A tell tale list or hint of a tryst, well either way

I didn’t expect to find such a deep gold mine, it saved the day

I got a secret that’s all mine

I got a secret that’s all mine

I got a secret that’s all mine


The Line

©2011 Nancy Sferra


The ticking of the clock and the humming of lights, In the kitchen in the middle of the night

Coffee’s cold and my brother can’t stay still, Sitting in that chair takes all his might

You’re welcome to stay here if you stay clean

I’ve been hearing your excuses since you were eighteen

You’ve said them all at least a million times

You better not be giving me a line


He helps around the house and chops some wood, he honors his promise to be good

I watch him as he works and I wish for all those years, He stands just like our father stood

He’s been through every treatment they’ve thrown his way

He hangs on for a couple years but he always strays

He’s expert at pretending that all is fine

But he’s always craving one more line


It’s nice to see him smile, he has our mother’s eyes, That’s why I could see through his lies

Winter melts to spring and before we even notice, crickets call in the heat of July

He wiped a speck from his glasses with the tail of his shirt

Slid them back on, cleared his throat and said this might hurt

I appreciate what you’ve done for me but I think it’s time

For me to be heading down the line


He’s my family, I hate to see him go

But deep down in my heart I think I know

It seems a little different from all the other times

When he failed to walk the line


Standing at the station, the gray in his hair

I gave him a kiss after I paid his fare

Don’t be a stranger, call me anytime

I’ll be waiting for your voice on the line