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
Trying, oh
Still trying, oh
Oh, 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
Trying, oh
Still trying, oh
Oh, 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
Trying, oh
Still trying, oh
Oh-oh, trying, oh
Oh-oh, trying, oh
Oh, trying
