Heart Of The Cripple

Smoke over the trees
Plays his guitar
Sad little song
Picks at his soul
Sits on the ground
He cries out pain
Sad little song
Picks at his soul
Fugitive from her
Living pain hurts
Sad little song
Picks at his soul
Should swallow pride
Go to his girl
Sad little song
Picks at his soul
Afraid of the storm
Fury unleashed
Sad little song
Picks at his soul
Sorry is sorry
But yet not enough
Sad little song
Picks at his soul

Unable to speak
To tell of his love
Sad little song
Heart of the cripple breaks