A Prayer For the Living

Well, if it ain't your poor old broken heart Sad old pictures in the dark Same old scars still hurting Same old sorrow, different day Well, if it ain't the thing you should have said The poison apple in your head The screw that keeps on turning 'round The empty hollow sound Here are the things that you wanted to keep Here are the people you treated cheap Say a prayer, as you go, for the living Well, if it aint your poor old broken heart It's such a shame it fell apart It's such a sad old story now We should have left it in the ground