Broken Hearted Blues

[Verse 1: Jay Watson]
This is a song
That I wrote when I was young
And I call it
The Broken Hearted Blues
The air
On that night
Was tempted like a knife
And the people
Wanna face most of the ground
Don't leave us long
Misshapen and forlorn
And his woman
Ran away without a sound
Days of the earth
Are on broken, changeless turf
But the faces are now mad at something else
Chasing wind as a boy
Was a spacious extra toy
Well, my baby
Now he's a toothless bag of me
When the pills of the sun
Make you feel that you are young
Get in good now
And face your face to the wind
And this is a song
That I wrote when I was young
And I call it
The Broken Hearted Blues