(Mark Stuart, Stacey Earle)
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I almost hate to go back home
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Somebody's died every time I've been gone
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I ain't saying I don't want to know
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Just that it brings me down so low
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I was needing more out of life
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I forgot how to be your wife
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Everybody's settlin' for settlin' down
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Hear the jingle of the chains rattling around
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I never really gave much thought
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I m sure its my own fault
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I just figured after years gone by
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All them tears would have run dry
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I go out night after night
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And I wonder if I'm treating myself right
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And I think about the ones I left behind
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When I cry night after night
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Here's to the ones who worked all along
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Living in fear of being alone
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Well I started out early in life
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I made mine and I knew I
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Could never really go back home
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That's the same as being alone
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Sure, I could always turn it around
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That'd be the same as shooting me down
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Cry Night After Night
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| Stacey Earle |
