Smoking Rooms

Feels like shit to be alone again

The majestic views

Of these run down green rooms

All the grime and mildew

Bad graffiti on the cold cement

In back halls of

All these struggling rock clubs

Where I'm calling home from

I'll be gone a few weeks, kid, I hope you understand

I made promises, I plan on keeping them

Everybody always leaves, I know, you've had it bad

You've had it bad

It feels like shit to be alone again

In the dim-lit gloom

Of these cheap motel rooms

I've been burning holes through

Always stayed down at the smoking end

Me and Joe, and Cliff

Can't believe they still exist

All the ash on the mattresses

It hasn't been the same without you, ain't no joy in this

So after Jersey next week, I might pack it in

And as I drag myself to stage, I know it's gotten bad

It's gotten

Violet light staining my skin

The burst of applause, a sudden eruption

Catherine nods in my direction, I turn my head

And outta nothing, there's the band

I was empty and cold and broken in half

It's like seeing a ghost, I'll never forget it

I'm saying over again and over again and over again

I missed you motherfuckers bad

Over again and over again and over again

I missed you motherfuckers bad

Over again and over again and over again

I missed you motherfuckers bad