Back In This Cigarette

         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 regrest...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 ash’s 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 this 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 ash’s 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 cold and empty bed   Stirrin’ up ash’s tryin’ to find passion Where there’s no love left It’s like tryin to put smoke     back in this cigarette