Last Smoke of the Night

(Slow, bluesy acoustic strumming)

Yeah...

It’s always the last one that tastes the bitterest.

Hard to let the smoke go when it’s the only thing keeping you warm.

I’m staring at the dashboard, keys in the slot

Thinking 'bout the million little reasons I should not.

The driveway’s long and the porch rail’s worn thin

Memories whisper softly of where I’ve been.

Caught between the memory and the road ahead

Every echo of those nights still ringing in my head.

Hold on tight, let the shadows fade out

Tomorrow’s a whisper, but tonight's still loud.

Running from the past, chasing dreams that won’t stay

In this lonely ride, I find my way.

Stars above, light my lonely trail

Every mile I go, telling tales of old fail.

Burning slow, like the last smoke in my hand

Searching for the truth, trying to understand.

Yeah, it’s always the last one that tastes the bitterest.

But I keep driving, till I forget this rest.