Looking out a cracked windowpane
Sitting in a rotten frame
I wouldn't give a nickel for the picture now
I heard you crying behind the door
Let the water flood the floor
Who went and left you with a broken vow
Hey hey I got to make it good somehow
Crack of the apple, sting of the juice
Lord my little black heart done cut loose
Shot the bird right off the bough
Blood on the wood, I got to make it good somehow
Winter's coming on strong but what can we do
Keep our shoulders straight to the plow
Huddle together baby two-by-two
If you were the river, dreams were the fish
Your face holds a star for a little boy's wish
He's skipping pebbles across your brow
It's understood, he wants to make it good somehow
Ripe peaches on a fallen tree
Broken things are all I see
I'm shaking ‘tween the here and the now
Hey hey I got to make it good somehow
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