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