"Smoking Rooms" lyrics

Feels like shit to be alone again
The majestic views
Of these run down green rooms
All the grime and mildew

Bad graffiti on the cold cement
In back halls of
All these struggling rock clubs
Where I'm calling home from

I'll be gone a few weeks, kid. I hope you understand.
I made promises. I plan on keeping them.
Everybody always leaves, I know. You've had it bad, you've had it bad.

Feels like shit to be alone again
In the dim-lit gloom
Of these cheap motel rooms
I've been burning holes through

Always stayed down at the smoking end
Me and Joe and Cliff
Can't believe they still exist
All the ash on the mattresses

It hasn't been the same without you, ain't no joy in this
So after Jersey next week. I might pack it in.
And as I drag myself to stage I know it's gotten bad, it's gotten...

Violet light staining my skin
The burst of applause, a sudden eruption
Catherine nods in my direction, I turn my head
And outta nothing, there's the band

I was empty and cold and broken in half
It's like seeing a ghost, I'll never forget it
Saying over again and over again and over again
I missed you motherfuckers bad
Over again and over again and over again
I missed you motherfuckers bad
Over again and over again and over again
I missed you motherfuckers bad