Nothing But A Broken Heart

Written in November 2001 in Nashville, Tennessee

So you find yourself walking alone
Pass the junkies on the telephone
In a pawnshop window
Your reflection tells you what you already know

It ain’t nothing but a broken heart
It ain’t nothing but a broken heart
It ain’t nothing but a broken heart
It ain’t nothing but a broken heart

Cheap guitars never stay in tune
But it don’t matter in an empty room
Sleep with the sun
Sing with the moon
Tinfoil on the windows in the afternoon

It ain’t nothing but a broken heart
It ain’t nothing but a broken heart
It ain’t nothing but a broken heart
It ain’t nothing but a broken heart

So do your best to do your best
Where you’ll go and what you’ll do next
Where you’ll be is anyone’s guess
Just do your best to do your best

It ain’t nothing but a broken heart
It ain’t nothing but a broken heart
It ain’t nothing but a broken heart
It ain’t nothing but a broken heart