Broken into many pieces
Shattered and it mattered
There’s no manual for this repair
Just meticulous and loving care
You can’t stop the planets moving
You can’t turn a black heart white
Try to soften a hardened mind
Or make a rude manner kind
Fitting broken dreams together
Is attempting to lasso the weather
The wind blows through your hand
A closed mind trying to understand
Just beyond outstretched fingers
Disappointment usually lingers
Pieces from different puzzles don’t fit
Not desire or tools will conform it
You can’t fix it if you don’t miss it
Kick it down the road don’t commit
Playing the same hand you’ll lose
If you keep listening to that muse
There’s escape, take a plane or train
Maybe you don’t have to explain
Or, try a turn of a friendly card
And you might also lower your guard
Ticket 2 Ride 