The dying love in my heart

There is a lit cigarette
Dying in the ashtray
Making a blue smoke
Climbing the red neon
Poor me, I take the car
For watch the dogs and the horses
Running for money
Don't look at me I'm wasted
I wasn't able to create love
Only wreck it
Killing it like a pain-killer make the pain goes away

There was a great long road in the sunshine for you and me but I belong to the fields