These Old Hands

As I sat beneath a willow tree in Durham Park

I wondered how I'd ever pick back up where you left off

Yeah, another break-up notch on this old love-worn belt

I know it's just day two, but it's the worst I've ever felt

Must be ten-thousand miles between here and forgiveness

And I'm sick and I'm so tired so I walk two miles and rest

I know you'll wake up one day wishing for these old hands

Don't come 'round this time next year looking for your second chance.

And I don't want what you don't want to give

That's not the way it works

I'm no more broken now than I was then

I've come through worse

Still I can't think about the future

Day to day is so hard

But don't you worry none about this

This broken heart

Well, honey, I guess I realize this is goodbye,

But please don't read between the lines if you don't see me cry.

Oh I barely have the strength to pack up one more time,

And I mean it when I tell you that this time it's the last time.

I know you'll miss these hands and what these old hands can do,

But maybe they'll hold my temper since they won't be holding you.

I think love's a two-way-mirror or something kind of like that --

I can't see you, but I swear, I feel you on the other side loving back

And I don't want what you don't want to give

That's not the way it works

I'm no more broken now than I was then

I've come through worse

Still I can't think about the future

Day to day is so hard

But don't you worry none about this

This broken heart

I said, 'oh no, how did I end up back here'

It must be ten-thousand miles between here and forgiveness

And I'm sick and I'm so tired so I walk two miles and rest

And I said, 'oh no, I don't want to be in love alone without you

And I don't want what you don't want to give

That's not the way it works.

I'm no more broken now than I was then

I've come through worse

Still I can't think about the future

Day to day is so hard

But don't you worry none about this,

This broken heart

And these old hands

This broken heart

And these old hands

This broken heart