Nothing but a heartache It's a fool's game It's a heartache Standing in the cold rain Then he let's you down Hits you when it's too late Hits you when you're down Nothing but a fool's game Feeling like a clown

You're sleeping, son, I know But, really, this can't wait I wanted to explain Before it gets too late For your mother and me Love has finally died This is no happy home But God knows how I've tried

Broken arrows in the dark So take my hand, don't let go 'Cause it's not too late, it's not too late I, I see the hope in your heart And sometimes you lose it, sometimes you're shooting But I, I see the hope in your heart You stripped your love down to

I'm ready for that hit between the eyes Someone get me out of here alive Can't you see I'm much too young to die Just when you've had enough It's really getting tough Late at night when you're all alone Take a ride to the danger zone If someone wants to

Tie my right hand to the bible You can burn your paper fingers in the ashtray Place your swollen lips on mine You can shave your heavy head in my carpeted hallway Sure for the first time you're wearing the right clothes Now take them off Meet me on the

What a sad beautiful tragic love affair We had a beautiful magic love affair Long handwritten note, deep in your pocket Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late I stood right by the tracks, your face in a locket Good girls, hopeful

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh I need the sun to break, you've woken up my heart I'm shaking, all my luck could change And I hope I'm not too late Been in the dark for weeks and I've realized you're all I need I'm halfway gone, sleepless I'm battle-worn You're all I

I don't need your love Your time is up, I'll tell you why You say you're sorry But it's too late now So save it, get gone, shut up 'Cause if you think I care about you now Well, boy, I don't give a fuck So I cut you off 'Cause I already cried enough

We're not sure of the etiquette Anything we should know about your change? -- Oh and the cost to correct a fraud I'm going to go out and kid them If you're the highest bidder, I'm yours You figure out pathetic sets We think out pathetic sets And if you

And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County Down by the Green River where Paradise lay Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking Mister Peabody's coal train has hauled it away When I was a child my family would travel Down to