Mick came home late last night
He drank enough beer
To take the edge off a knife
And she opened the door
Looking older than before
He said, "Rosey, you're too good a girl"
She let him in
He lifted up her dress
Like an apology
He kissed her neck
And he felt much relieved
As the ceiling fan
Tapped out a broken melody
And she said
Do you remember when we were younger
And angry words were said
Making up was always
Your favorite part
Well, I ain't young no more
And "I'm sorry" will not mend
A broken heart
Well he came back home
Threw his things on the floor
She worked up the courage
To say what she never had before
But the words got lost inside
He got that look in his eye
As the sun went shining on
And she said
Do you remember when we were younger
And angry words were said
Making up was always
Your favorite part
Well, I ain't young no more
And "I'm sorry" will not mend
A broken heart
Well the judge knew well
Mick was a violent man
She got a few headlines
She got a slap on the hand
And there ain't no villains
And there ain't no heroes
People on both sides of the tracks
Trying to add up a whole bunch of zeros
And time marches on
Until it's all gone
And she said
Do you remember when we were younger
And angry words were said
Making up was always
Your favorite part
Well, I ain't young no more
And "I'm sorry" will not mend
A broken, a broken heart