Pickin’ Up the Pieces

There's a man on the edge of town
Who runs a salvage yard
He will take what nobody wants
Whatever you discard
He knows there's nothing too far gone
He can't make like new
Seems to me the Lord above
Deals in salvage too

He's pickin' up the pieces

There's a time in everybody's life
They feel they stand alone
Everyday there's another storm
That chills them to the bonе
When this world is through with you
It'll leave you torn apart
I know that Jеsus' specialty
Is fixing broken hearts

He's pickin' up the pieces
Pickin' up the pieces
He's pickin' up the pieces
Of a brokenhearted world
He's pickin' up the pieces, oh, yeah
Pickin' up the pieces
He's pickin' up the pieces
Of a brokenhearted world

He knows there's nothing too far gone
He can't make like new
Seems to me the Lord above
Deals in salvage too, oh...

He's pickin' up the pieces
He's pickin' up the pieces
Of a brokenhearted world
He's pickin' up the pieces, ooh-ooh
He's pickin' up the pieces
Of a brokenhearted world

He's pickin' up the pieces
Oh, he's pickin' up
Pickin' up the pieces, uh-huh
Pickin' up the pieces
Of a brokenhearted world

He's pickin' up the pieces
Oh, he's pickin' up
Pickin' up the pieces, yeah
(He's pickin' 'em up)
He's pickin' up the pieces
Of a brokenhearted world

He's pickin' up the pieces, oh...
Pickin' up the pieces, yeah, yes
Pickin' up the pieces
Of a brokenhearted world