Crying to Myself


Crying to Myself


Third day out on the open road and I get to feeling so longing lonesome

Don't know where I'm going. I want to go home. But I know you won't be there.

Watching the tailights and counting the cars on the mountain ahead shines the evening star

And I begin to wonder where you are but it's a million miles from here.

Hands in my pockets and I'm hitchin' in the rain, wonder if I'm ever gonna see you again

Crying to myself because I'm so afraid of who's loving who and who's getting laid

Bar up ahead where I can sit a while. Turn my empty longing to a friendly smile.

Bands and dancing I'll go in style until I get my fill.

Night has fallen and I'm so alone. Gonna have a brew or two and get myself stoned

Think I'll find a lady to take me home just to see if I can do it still

But I can't stand another lonely night gonna do what I want don't care if it's right

Cryin' to myself because I'm so damned afraid of who's loving who and who's getting laid.


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