Written By Mike Mobley, Joe Doyle
[Verse 1:]
It's two A.M. in my new home, this motel room.
An ashtray full of Lucky Strikes{1}.
A half-spent case of warm Bud Lite{2}.
Countin' regrets, fightin' back tears.
Retracin' steps, gettin' nowhere.
[Chorus:]
Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath.
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed.
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion,
Where there's no love left.
It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette.
[Verse 2:]
Come sunrise, guess I'll checkout an' ditch this town.
Put a few more miles between us.
An' keep drivin' till I finally mend my broken trust.
Hangin' my hopes on highway signs.
If I lie here, I'll loose my mind.
[Chorus:]
Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath.
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed.
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion,
Where there's no love left.
It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette.
[Bridge:]
I may never know your reasons why.
But someday I'm gonna see the good in your goodbye.
[Chorus:]
Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath.
There's no reachin' you across this empty bed.
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion,
Where there's no love left.
It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette.
[Instrumental to end.]