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