Poverty And Smoke BEARGUN

A stack of dreams with a broken latch
A string snaps — another soul to catch
Wooh
Under the neon glow, my shadow's thin
Every mile I walk, the dark creeps in
Wooh
My husband back home, he's tired of my ghost
He writes me letters I can't read almost
Wooh
Half-burned candles on an empty stage
Time’s a thief you can't ever cage
Wooh

It's a life of poverty and smoke
Yeah, it's the one I chose
Every chord I strum
Another door won't close

Another town, another cheap motel
Another faded story I have to tell
Another sad tune I know too well
Another ring of my last farewell
The motel room with a flickering light
Echoes of the show that faded out by night
A photograph I hold there in the cold
A story of a love I couldn't hold

It's my life of poverty and smoke
Yeah, it's the one that broke me
Every chord I strum
Just leaves me numb
Another nameless night
In my life alone
Another cheap motel
In my life alone
Another sad tune
I know too well
Another cheap motel
In my life alone