Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette    Out of the studio sky-light    Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof    Leaving a trail of grey-white       All through its short life it gives of itself    Giving and giving and slowly diminishing    Until there isn't a crumb of it left    It no longer is, it's a snowball in negative       Wandering home along Marlborough Road    I realize in amazement    That I have been, for how long I don't know,    Avoiding the cracks in the pavement       All through this short life we give of ourselves    Giving and giving and slowly diminishing    Leaving a mark that will gradually fade    Ash in the breeze, snowballs in negative