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As I sat beneath a willow tree in Durham Park
I wondered how I'd ever pick back up where you left off.
Yeah, another break-up notch on this old love-worn belt,
I know it's just day two, but it's the worst I've ever felt.
Must be ten-thousand miles between here and forgiveness,
and I'm sick and I'm so tired so I walk two miles and rest.
I know you'll wake up one day wishing for these old hands.
Don't come 'round this time next year looking for your second chance.
And I don't want what you don't want to give,
that's not the way it works.
I'm no more broken now than I was then.
I've come through worse.
Still I can't think about the future --
day to day is so hard,
but don't you worry none about this,
this broken heart.
Well, honey, I guess I realize this is goodbye,
but please don't read between the lines if you don't see me cry.
Oh I barely have the strength to pack up one more time,
and I mean it when I tell you that this time it's the last time.
I know you'll miss these hands and what these old hands can do,
but maybe they'll hold my temper since they won't be holding you.
I think love's a two-way-mirror or something kind of like that --
I can't see you, but I swear, I feel you on the other side loving back.
And I don't want what you don't want to give,
that's not the way it works.
I'm no more broken now than I was then.
I've come through worse.
Still I can't think about the future --
day to day is so hard,
but don't you worry none about this,
this broken heart.
I said, 'oh no, how did I end up back here?'
It must be ten-thousand miles between here and forgiveness,
and I'm sick and I'm so tired so I walk two miles and rest.
And I said, 'oh no, I don't want to be in love alone without you.'
And I don't want what you don't want to give,
that's not the way it works.
I'm no more broken now than I was then.
I've come through worse.
Still I can't think about the future --
day to day is so hard,
but don't you worry none about this,
this broken heart
and these old hands
this broken heart
and these old hands
this broken heart.