Hunger Pains - Confederate Railroad

There’s a wino in a garbage can

Looking for a bite

There’s a lovely girl with lonely eyes

Needing love tonight

There’s a junkie in a pallet

About to go insane

Yeah, there’s more than one kind of hunger pain

There’s a gambler out in Vegas

Preying for an ace

And a run-away from Cleveland

Longing for a place

Willard Scott says the crops

Are thirsty for some rain

Yeah, there’s more than one kind of hunger pain

Tonight I feel so empty

In this big old lonely bed

With nothing but your memory

To keep my hunger fed

I’m aching for the whisper

Of your lips calling my name

Oh, it’s crying shame

There’s an old man in a nursing home

Who craves a human touch

There’s a baby in an orphan home

That needs one just as much

There’s a world of people starving

For a world of different things

Oh, there’s more than one kind of hunger pain

God, I feel so empty

In this big old lonely bed

With nothing but your memory

To keep my hunger fed

I’m aching for the whisper

Of your lips calling my name

Oh, it’s a crying shame

There’s more than one kind of hunger pain

Yeah, there’s more than one kind of hunger pain