It's two A.M. in my new home, this motel room
An ashtray full of Lucky Strikes
A half spent case of warm Bud Lite
Counting regrets, fighting back tears
Retracing steps, getting no where

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 checkout and ditch this town
Put a few more miles between us
And keep driving 'til I finally mend my broken trust
Hanging my hopes on highway signs
If I lie here, I'll loose 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
Where there's no love left
It's like trying to put smoke back in this cigarette

I may never know your reasons why
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
Where there's no love left
It's like trying to put smoke back in this cigarette