You Better Get To Know Your Broken Heart

Up all night long, ear on the telephone she cries
Where’s love begin, where does it end my friend?
“How can I feel so alone and unnatural?
How can he dream all these dreams and look right past me?”

Make your mind up a little bit slower
Take your time as you grow a little older
When this world seems to get a little colder…
You better get to know your broken heart.

Hangs up the line and she dreams of a day gone by
Watches her husband sleep and she starts to cry
“Why do I feel so much more from a stranger?
How can I feel young at all with this anger?”

Make your mind up a little bit slower
Take your time as you grow a little older
When this world seems to get a little colder…
You better get to know your broken heart.
Pain feels like thunder; It cuts like lightning
You’re left to wonder…
Don’t wonder why
You’d better get to know your broken heart