Where To Start

She was sittin' on the steps at nine years old Eyes wide, her young heart racin' Daddy said he's comin' back 'round real soon Truth is, she's still waitin' Fool her once, fool her twice But she won't hold her breath next time Years later on the edge of an old bar stool Eyes shot, half drunk, shot chasin' It's easier to hurt than it is to heal Wasted time out hell raisin' Losin' days to wild nights Sure comes with a price How the hell was she supposed to know How to pull herself together? Ain't no how-to guides or roadway signs To get you back to better Broken hearts and broken homes Leave you anything but whole Pickin' up the pieces ain't the hardest part It's knowin' where to start Is it first time prayin' in a backrow pew Singin' Sunday songs with the choir? Is it facin' your past down a well-worn path Tryna find yourself in the fire? Is it burnin' down bridges Or learnin' 'bout forgiveness? Oh How the hell was she supposed to know How to pull herself together? Ain't no how-to guides or roadway signs To get you back to better Broken hearts and broken homes Leave you anything but whole Pickin' up the pieces ain't the hardest part It's knowin' where to start Ooh, if only she knew where to start Feels like a long shot in the dark When you don't know where to start How the hell was I supposed to know How to pull myself together? Ain't no how-to guides or roadway signs To get me back to better Broken hearts and broken homes Leave you anything but whole Pickin' up the pieces ain't the hardest part It's knowin' where to start Where to start