Can’t Fix Everything That’s Broken

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

Common law said they were married
If he’d stayed for another day.
But she woke to find that he’d packed and gone,
Left a note and went away.
Maybe it drove her crazy; maybe she was already there.
She was playing her guitar on a hazy day when the passersby didn’t care.

I did what I could to help her out. Her guitar wasn’t working right.
I fixed it up and I gave her a hand with her set on a Tuesday night.
Five thousand miles away from home, running from the tears and pain,
All out of friends and too much alone to try to find herself again.

But you can’t fix everything that’s broken
No matter how hard you may try.
A heart closed tight won’t open
Until the key is turned inside.

One day she passed me like she didn’t see me.
I called her name but she walked away.
She said something about needing poetry;
Never saw her after that day.
They sent her back to Toronto;
Maybe she was already there:
Another broken heart with nowhere to go,
Hoping for someone to care.

But you can’t fix everything that’s broken
No matter how hard you may try.
A heart closed tight won’t open
Until the key is turned inside.




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