Hurting Kind

Half past nine
A pocket full of dimes
Babe, you ain't worth the call

I said I was fine
You know I was lying
I just thought I could have it all

I have tried many times
But why do I hurt inside
I guess I'm the fool left behind
And you're just the hurting kind

We'll fill all the cracks
When we look back
Turning the fictional wheel

And just like an axe
Hitting track
I'm tied to deep wood and steel

I've been tied many times
And I just can't break that bind
I guess I'm the fool left behind
And you're just the hurting kind

Half past nine
With a pocket full of dimes
But babe, you ain't worth the call