Cigarette

Is it any wonder I got old before your eyes?

As supernatural a blunder as the gray October skies

But stop right there

This isn't just a love affair

I don't have a bag to pack or a thing to put inside

And I just want a cigarette

I just want a beer

I just wanna get away

To where the air is clear

And the leaves are turning fast

My will is dying with the grass

And I hope when I get home that you're still here

Every dirty little secret is waiting in the corner at home

My life is in the middle of a porno and Broadway show

Stop right there

This isn't just a love affair

I don't have a bag to pack but my hands won't come back bare

And I just want a cigarette

I just want a beer

I just wanna get away

Where the air is clear

And the leaves are turning fast

My will is dying with the grass

And I hope when I get home that you're still

I can see the river and it burns

Will it ever wash away the germs?

So call again, call again

Call me up again

My machine will say one day I'm sorry I'm not home

I just want a cigarette

I just want a beer

I just wanna get away

To where the air is clear

And the leaves are turning fast

My will is dying with the grass

And I hope when I get home that you're still here

Oh woah

Oh, Oh, Oh