Last Straws For Sale - Lisa Germano

Once you were a straight shot, a shiny quarter in a new slot

Night would keep the dreams that you got for afternoon

Then telling the truth got so hard, we were dancing in the backyard

Once I knew the end and the start, but now that’s through

Now you’re broken and you don’t understand

What is broken falls into place once again

Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm

Again and again and again

Well morning comes to clean up like nothing happened when your heart stopped

Like all the lawyers calling all cops to wave days through

So close your eyes for this long, something’s mixed up and something’s gone

Only fingers can you count on, and one leaves two

Now you’re broken and you don’t understand

What is broken falls into place once again

Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm

Again and again and again

I think I will break but I mend

And it’s these most loved losses, they are just old coin tosses

And it’s these most loved losses are the hardest to carry

I wish I were a freeway laid out clearer than a bright day

I’d run wide open down this causeway like brand new

But I’m broken and I don’t understand

What is broken falls into place once again

Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm

Again and again

Cause I’m broken and I don’t understand

What is broken falls into place once again

Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm

Again and again and again

Again and again and again

Again and again and again

I think I will break but I mend