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