Lyrics

The dreams that we begin with may often change with time
Friends that we have trusted, sometimes we cannot find
I know you've had some hard luck, baby, its shaken up your mind
But at the end of the day, I know its true ...
You're not The Hurtin' Kind.

Go up on the mountain, shout your pain to the wind
Pour out your sorrow, that's how all great rivers begin
Then, if you're lookin' for a true love, honey,
One who'll bring you peace of mind
At the end of the day, won't you think of me ...?
I'm not The Hurtin' Kind.

But, if you think that joy is only a way to hold off pain
If you think the sky is empty just because it doesn't rain
If you think that love is just a lonely figment of your mind
Better send yourself a letter, address it to The Hurtin' Kind.