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