(DiffordTilbrook)



The cigarette of a single man

Burns in the ashtray by his bed

He pulls the ring of another can

And holds it up beside his head

The book he reads is on the floor

He's read it several times before

What you got to go home to?



The cigarette of a single man

Sits in the ashtray on the bar

He sits and sifts through several plans

But knows alone he won't go far

He needs the love another has

To help him, if another can



The cigarette of a single man

Lays in the gutter by his side

Now he's one of those little lambs

Who strayed too far from the flock to find

He's better off without the grief

That people wear between their teeth



And in his mouth as he's asleep

The cigarette of a single man