Back In The Cigarette

Back In The Cigarette It's 2 A.M. in my new home, this motel room An ashtray full of Lucky Strikes A half spent case of warm Bud Light Counting regrets, fighting back tears Retracin' steps, gettin' nowhere Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion where there's no love left It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette Come sunrise, guess I'll check out and ditch this town Put a few more miles between us And keep drivin' till I finally mend my broken trust Hangin' my hopes on highway signs If I lie here, I'll lose my mind Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion where there's no love left It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette I may never know your reasons why But someday I'm gonna see the good in your goodbye Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath There's no reachin' you across this empty bed Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion where there's no love left It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette