Back to the Pain - Tim Easton

Back To The Pain - Tim Easton
You cheated on yourself
With some strangers again
You can talk all about nothing
Until the bells are ring
I watched you fall in love
With anyone who would talk to you
And you know that record skipping
Until the night is through
Baby don't you go
Baby don't you go back there
Baby don't you go back to the pain
He beat you on the streets
And wrote you poetry from jail
Got out and sold the motorcycle
And went straight back to hell
Some friends shot him down
'Coz he didn't have the money
Couldn't put him in the ground
'Coz he didn't have enough money
Baby don't you go
Baby don't you go back there
Baby don't you go back to the pain
You always wanted just to show him off
Until your face curled like a fist
Now you can't even tell him off
Anyway he never listened
You could hear your own heart beating
Maybe you could just listen to yourself
Now you scream at your baby
Just because she was born
And you can't trust yourself
With your best friend's man
You went a home with the ball bat
Because he called you by a different name
Now you're underneath the gunrack
And everything's the same again
Baby don't you go
Baby don't you go back there
Baby don't you go back to the pain
Now the light is belly shinin'
You tried not to shut it out
You'll do whatever it takes
To keep both feet on the ground
Nobodys comin' back
And when the night is young
You can hear those engines running
And then you're off again
Baby don't you go
Baby don't you go back there
Baby don't you go back to the pain