It's two A.M. in my new home, this motel room
An ash tray full of lucky strikes
half spent case of warm Bud Lite
Countin' regrets, fightin' back tears
Retracin' steps, gettin' no where

 [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] sunrise, guess I'll checkout and ditch this town
Put a few more miles between us 
And keep driving till I finally mend my broken [bad word] 
Hangin' my hopes on highway signs
If I lie here, I'll loose my mind

 [bad word] 
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

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 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