Back In This Cigarette

(album: Relentless - 2007)

It's Two A.M. in my new home this motel room
An ash tray full of lucky strikes
A half spent case of warm Bud Lite
Counting regrets...fighting back tears
Retracing steps...getting nowhere

Calling your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reaching you across this cold and empty bed
Stirring up ashes, trying to find passion
Where there's no love left
It's like trying 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 driving till I finally mend my broken trust
Hanging my hopes on highway signs
If I lie here I'll lose my mind

Calling your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reaching you across this cold and empty bed
Stirring up ashes, trying to find passion
When there's no love left
It's like trying 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

Calling your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reaching you across this empty bed
Stirring up ashes, trying to find passion
When there's no love left
It's like trying to put smoke back in this cigarette