Now they're working their way through all the dirty towns.
Singing their hearts out... to the drunks who haunt the bars.
Still the ghosts will keep on calling.
Sing it out, sing it out for love again.

Guess she heard through a million tears
"When you sing you should brush the hair out of your eyes."
"Come and sit by me girl.
 Would you like to share my beer?"
Feels his hand slip down her shoulder.
Sing it out, sing it out for love again.

But she's lonely - thinking of home.
Thinking is sad and knowing she lost the life she could have had.

Watching the trucks as they roll on by.
And she'll wave as they disappear around the bend.
Shrugging her shoulders and she'll head back to the bar.
"Cue the band!" the boss is shouting.
Sing it out, sing it out for love again.

But she's lonely - thinking of home.
Thinking is sad.
She's thinking about the good times never had,
and wondering why the bad times get so bad