The One I Hurt

Well, I’m kicking it in Castro in the shadows of a weeping willow tree
Yes, I’m kicking it solo, unimpeded by this California breeze
And I’m dreaming at you, and I know you are dreaming at me
Now I’m hollow and I’m empty while the others, they are full up to the brim
And I don’t begrudge you, darling, but I can’t see where you’re going with him
It’s none of my concern but baby, please don’t make me ask you again
I break from the sound of thunder
I break from the smell of dirt
I break from the hand of misery
I break for the one I hurt
Now the liquor is no use, it makes a lonely man wicked and mean
Ornery and low, just like my girl was on a fifth of Jimmy Beam
And I’m drinking at you, and I know that you’re drinking at me
I break from the sound of thunder
I break from the smell of dirt
I break from the hand of misery
I break for the one I hurt