Texty: John Hiatt. Little Village. Fool Who Knows.

Well a love won't last the night

If it's built on sand

But when it's built on rock

Ain't nothin' that it can't withstand

I guess you know by now how this story goes

A very true story, take it from a fool who knows



I was high as a bird in the sky

In the month of May

With a true fine love all mine

Forever and one day

Now my eyes are overflowin'

With the memories such as those

They're tear-stained memories

Take it from a fool who knows



Now my tears are fallin' and I feel the pain

Here comes all that hurt again

But while my heart keeps beating

I'll keep repeating

The same mistakes that I made before

The ones that made me walk the floor

I got a sack full of those

Take it from a fool who knows



Well my tongue's gettin' tired

I been gettin wired

While my heart keeps beating

I keep repeating

The same mistakes that I made before

The ones that made love walk out the door

I got a sack full of those

That I'll keep diggin' into

A lonesome road with a cold wind blowin'

The path I chose, take it from a fool who knows