The water is still when the wind is not blowing The coal is cold when the fire is gone You’re still in my heart, though there’s nothing I’m showing I can’t afford to let you let you down
Chorus: Last cigarette blues, the song of forgotten The path that I choose is fairly wrong A love that is true, a heart that is broken And the same old song
You may think that you’re strong but you’re still just a puppet Doing what you need in the hands of the one When the playing is done, you’re put in the pocket Until she leaves you to burn in the sun with CHORUS Smoke in the room, the shadows are crawling The dreams go away with the dying sun You got nothing left but you gotta keep going I wonder if I ever was the one! CHORUS