Ashtray Lyrics

Mother inhale your private beliefs

And wake up convinced that you're living the dream

Folding towels and blankets at the washing machine

Reminds you of your sweet mothers cradling heat

Father go tuck your babies in the car

You're not the young buck that you assume you are

Not quite ancient as the dust between the stars

Yet still listens for the final trumpet song

Smoking cigarettes to find some relief

Brother see yourself with your sunset eyes

And feel the all weight of the sunbeams goodbyes

And know that the night only last half a day

Before that gold lemon shines upon your ashtray

Smoking cigarettes to find some relief