Heartbreaker

Lady what's going on inside your pretty head?

I wake up every morning hoping to see you in my bed

But every time I wake up there's no one to be found

I just end up picking pieces of my heart up off the ground

Winter's passed, spring rolled in, as pleasant as can be

I'm still looking towards the hills, hoping to see

My thin bare mountain mama riding homeward bound

I just end up picking pieces of my heart up off the ground

Now I've seen the sunrise

And too often seen it set