Broken String

Broken string, broken string You're no good for anything I miss the way you were My broken string Fix my brain, my soul My broken string Broke my string, broke my heart Cannot play on my guitar I miss your lonesome drone My broken string Fix my prose, my poem My broken string 26, 27 All my hair Has gone to heaven My hair Has gone off To heaven 28, 29 I'll shave my head To save my pride But the mirror shows me what My future holds That my head's An empty beach & the tide is low