"when that lump in your throat doesn't go away by crying"
she read "don't shut out the pain, girl, let it all out"
"how many songs must I hear to be deceived, oh lord?
I parked my car in a foreign land, my messenger's fleeing through the night"
she whispers "I'm sent home crying, but I won't quit trying"
"I see urban lovers hurting since the moment they woke up,
and girls hiding their broken hearts in the folds of their pretty little dresses"
"I hear hearts popping along with mine all over this land" she said
"yet as alone as the midnight rambler, I feel this is the end stop of my travels"
she whispers "I'm sent home crying, but I won't quit trying"
"I'll be on my own"
she said: "I'll be on my own, then"
but on a summer night,
as she's stealing kisses softly,
oh, underneath that sorrow, she tastes
promise of redemption
"well I'm sent home crying, but I won't quit trying"
