The Smiling Prophet

I found him on the corner

A plastic bag at his feet

A red cloak wrapped around his shoulder

Offering his blessings for free

He was sitting at a three-legged table

Counting out his spools of thread

He said he had a message for me

And this is what he said

Give me your hurt

Give me your pain

Give me your broken heart pieces

I'll mend them again

It's never too much

It's never too late

You can always start over again

I said: 'Now are you certain

There's a whole lotta weight on my back

My heart must have a million fractures

Don't think you are gonna be able to fix that'

But he said: 'Girl you're not that special

I've seen it all so many times before

There ain't nothing that the smiling prophet

Don't know how to fix so come on over

And bring it on.'

Give me your hurt

Give me your pain

Give me your broken heart pieces

I'll mend them again

It's never too much

It's never too late

You can always start over again

Give me your hurt

Give me your pain

Give me your broken heart pieces

I'll mend them again

It's never too much

It's never too late

You can always start over again