"Behind The Smoke" lyrics - STEVE HACKETT

When a scorched earth lies behind, turning back is a dangerous, invariably fatal option. Ahead is the big unknown. Family ancestors of mine fled Pogroms in Eastern Europe. History repeats itself elsewhere in today's ravaged world. This song honours our roots and embraces tomorrow's extended family.

Behind the smoke is black
There is no turning back
Our souls are burning on the stone
The road ahead is steep
There is no time to weep
We've come this way so far from home

And though the wounds are deep
The past is out of reach
We'll meet our future all too soon
A knife into our hearts
A world that's torn apart
A blood res hunter's moon