There's this girl that I know who puts braids in her hair
Her heart's in the south when there's frost in the air
She don't know if she's staying, she's destined to leave
But she likes my playing so I want to believe

She puts on his records and closes her eyes
Her hands move in motion to the sounds of his cries
And she knows he is broken but she'd still have his ring
Cause she'd pick up his pieces as long as he sings
She'd pick up his pieces as long as he sings

Oh why, oh why do I trust this heart of mine?
It's been fooled in the past and I don't think it's different this time
Oh why, oh why, do I want to believe?
My hands are too spoken and my love is naive

The wine is much sweeter than the bread that is served
And she is much kinder than the man she deserves
Cause she knows all the songs her mom used to play
Hoping to sing to her weakness one day

Oh why, oh why do I trust this heart of mine?
It's been fooled before and I don't think it's different this time
Oh why, oh why, do I want to believe?
My hands are too spoken and my love is naive

Men only suffer when they think alone
A blackbird in a cage would like nice on his thrown
But there are men who best me who know birds are to fly
And he is the dirt, where I am the sky
He is the dirt, where I am the sky