Going out kicking and
Screaming and crying
Not unlike
How he came in
A cigarette in his hand
And he is just smiling
Takes a drag
And breathes it all in
Don't you ask why
In all of this space
Some people cannot
Find a place
Puffing smoke
He grinds it out
Lights up another
Still wearing that mischievous grin
Watches as a gust of wind
Scatters the ashes
That was my first
Cigarette
Don't you find
That it's always the case
That at the end of every race
The winner will have
Just a taste
Of breathless relief
On their face
