Vārdi: Byrd Tracy. Different Things.

The first thing that I reach for every morning
Is a pack of smokes laying by my bed
Yes, I've read the surgeon general's warning
But that don't take the warning out of them
What I want and what I need
Have always been different things

The last thing mama reached for every Sunday
Was my mortal soul as she walked out the door
She'd say, boy you're gonna need Him someday
But I wanted to sleep off the night before
What I want and what I need
Have always been different things

What I want is to give up, just let go
And walk out on us

But what I need is to see this through
Oh, and find a way back to you

The last thing that I reach for every evening
Is a woman who I can't reach anymore
Time is worn the new off of the feeling
And right now I want to just walk out the door
But what I want and what I need
Have always been different things
What I want and what I need
Have always been different things