Hard Luck Heart

Come back from the dead and shake me
Could dust wake from this dream?
Since you vanished I’ve been led tracing
The digits rolled lies between
And I was green enough [once] to get some early goodbye
From my Icarus friends and their sweet bird disguises
And I was mean enough to savor their speaking parts
Without feeding my hard luck heart

My hard luck heart
With its famous embellished stories
A landscape of nursed hurts and relished worries
I’ve seen broken men cling to some precious shattered [hours]
Which happened to be yesterday’s, so they could stay miserable now
I don’t want a hard, hard, hard luck heart

In Montgomery, Alabama, after the war
There was a faraway faded little tiki bar
[I’ve] seen a black and white photo [of] granddaddy and grandmother
[At least] drinking a bit much, she’s holding them together
Well, she’s holding them together and he’s drifting away
She said, “Where you going [ ] and why won’t you stay?”
While the little boy holds up two cats inside a pillow case
It’s my pa, just look at the proud look on his face

Their hard luck hearts
Spilling hard [ ] stories
Some puzzles are lost, [where] we jar the fruit and dish it out on winter mornings
Broken people create their own [mist] on the fly
You got to or else you’ll start worshiping the lies
Of your hard, hard, hard luck heart
Of your hard, hard, hard luck heart