Lump in Your Throat

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