smoke & a light

Late night, wide awake, laying here alone
One o'clock on the dot, when I called, and she ain't picking up the phone
A couple hours later, get a call from her saying that she'll be home in the morn'
Says she's staying with some friends for the night, 'nd she's alright
But drank way too much to drive home
I should've known better

Whoa-oh, I don't wanna be home tonight
Whoa-oh, anybody got a smoke and a light
Whoa-oh, don't you worry, don't stress that pretty head
I'll write some songs about whiskey, and cigarettes
And wishing I was dead

Now she's hot breathing on another man
Scheming about what she's gonna say to me
'Cause she knows I wanted more
But now her clothes are on the floor
And his hands are where my hands should be
And it's too late, or maybe it was fate
I should've seen it coming all along
Because a good girl, well, she can only be good until
All that's good is gone, yeah

Whoa-oh, I don't wanna be home tonight
Whoa-oh, anybody got a smoke and a light
Whoa-oh, don't you worry, don't stress that pretty head
I'll write some songs about whiskey, and cigarettes
And wishing I was dead