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

Cuz he didnt have the money

Couldn’t put him in the ground

Cuz 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 friends man

You went a home with the ball bat

Because he called you by a different name

Now you’re underneath the gunrack

And everythings 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