When you clear out all the smoke, the memories of those years seem dimly lit like I never replaced a light bulb. When you clear out all the smoke, they found me on your neighbor's lawn, rambling on, dizzy and upset and freezing cold. I know how it looked when I fell to pieces around you. I'm a chaser but I found stronger winds. If you believe her, there's no going home again. I'm a chaser but I found stronger winds. If you believe her, there's no going home. I'm not going home. I got suckered in. Please, don't make me feel like a disaster. I'm learning how to put the pieces back together and turn the aching to composure. I'm thinking with my head first; no more broken phones or swollen knuckles from putting holes in the booth by the back wall. When you clear out all the smoke, I guess everyone's alone. When you clear out all the smoke, I don't see why that's so wrong.