Ash Tray


She wouldn't back down, so I threw my hands up and I walked away
All take no give, so let's call it a day
I ain't no puppet, I ain't got no strings to pull
But she's there and I'm here-- and the ashtray's full

Now when the ball starts downhill, there's no telling how far it may roll
And when trust breaks, time and separation take their toll
And sometimes that load seems just too much to pull
But "why me?" 's beside the point-- and the ashtray's full

Bridge: Why me? Why anyone? Why must we part this way?
Too many more good reasons to go than to stay
And if what was once between us is lost, never to return
We both may lose-- but we still will learn

And the clock keeps on doing its job up on the wall
And I've got some peace and quiet now to make sense of it all
But if you think these blues ain't bad, you've never faced the bull
Because my coffee cup is empty-- and the ashtray's full (3x al coda)