Happens to the Heart

I was always workin' steady

But I never called it art

I got my shit together

Meeting Christ and reading Marx

It failed my little fire

But it spread the dying spark

Go tell the Young Messiah

What happens to the heart

There's a mist of summer kisses

Where I tried to double park

The rivalry was vicious

The women were in charge

It was nothin', it was business

But it left an ugly mark

I've come here to revisit

What happens to the heart

I was sellin' holy trinkets

I was dressin' kinda sharp

Had a pussy in the kitchen

And a panther in the yard

In the prison of the gifted

I was friendly with the guards

So I never had to witness

What happens to the heart

I shoulda seen it comin'

After all I knew the chart

Just to look at her was trouble

It was trouble from the start

Sure, we played a stunning couple

But I never liked the part

It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle

What happens to the heart

Now the angel's got a fiddle

The devil's got a harp

Every soul's like a minnow

Every mind is like a shark

Me, I've broken every window

But the house, the house is dark

I care, but very little

What happens to the heart

Then I studied with this beggar

He was filthy, he was scarred

By the claws of many women

He had failed to disregard

No fable, here no lesson

No singing meadowlark

Just a filthy beggar guessing

What happens to the heart

I was always workin' steady

But I never called it art

It was just some old convention

Like the horse before the cart

I had no trouble betting

On the flood against the ark

You see, I knew about the ending

What happens to the heart

I was handy with a rifle

My father's .303

I fought for something final

Not the right to disagree