Last Straws For Sale

Once you were a straight shot, a shiny quarter in a new slot
Night would keep the dreams that you got for afternoon
Then telling the truth got so hard, we were dancing in the backyard
Once I knew the end and the start, but now that’s through
Now you’re broken and you don’t understand
What is broken falls into place once again
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
Again and again and again
Well morning comes to clean up like nothing happened when your heart stopped
Like all the lawyers calling all cops to wave days through
So close your eyes for this long, something’s mixed up and something’s gone
Only fingers can you count on, and one leaves two
Now you’re broken and you don’t understand
What is broken falls into place once again
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
Again and again and again
I think I will break but I mend
And it’s these most loved losses, they are just old coin tosses
And it’s these most loved losses are the hardest to carry
I wish I were a freeway laid out clearer than a bright day
I’d run wide open down this causeway like brand new
But I’m broken and I don’t understand
What is broken falls into place once again
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
Again and again
Cause I’m broken and I don’t understand
What is broken falls into place once again
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
Again and again and again
Again and again and again
Again and again and again
I think I will break but I mend