Full Package Of Cigarettes

I'm walking to the room With my mind full of thoughts The room is dark and The floor is full of socks I'm lying on my bed With a fire in my head Full package of cigarettes And coffee on my bed Sitting around (around) Sitting around Sitting around (around) 'round 'round 'n 'round Sitting around (around) Sittining around Sitting around (around) Sitting around My thoughts are on the highway I'm flying over the sea It's really hard to be alone Just stand and look at me Deep inside your head You are still a kid, she said Yes, I think I am I'm a lonely, lonely man