Hunger pains

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 the alley about to go insane

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

There’s a gambler out in Vegas praying for an ace

And a runaway 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

Nothing but your memory to keep my hunger fed

I’m aching for the whisper of your lips calling my name

Ohh, it’s a crying shame

There’s an old man in a nursing home who craves of human touch

There’s a baby in an orphan home who 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

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

Well there’s more than one kind of hunger pain