Texty: Tift Merritt. Buckingham Solo. Broken.

Once you were a straight shot, a shiny quarter in a new slot
Night would keep the dreams that you got for afternoon
Then telling the truth got so hard, we were dancing in the backyard
Once I knew the end and the start but now that?s through

Now you?re broken and you don?t understand
What is broken falls into place once again
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
Again and again, and again

Well, morning comes to clean up
Like nothing happened when your heart stopped
Like all the lawyers calling all cops to wave days through

So close your eyes for this long
Something?s mixed up and something?s gone
Only fingers can you count on and one leaves two

Now you?re broken and you don?t understand
What is broken falls into place once again
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
Again and again, and again, I think I will break but I mend

And it?s these most loved losses, they are just old coin tosses
And it's these most loved losses are the hardest to carry

I wish I were a freeway, laid out clearer than a bright day
I?d run wide open down this causeway like brand new

But I?m broken and I don?t understand
What is broken falls into place once again
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
Again and again

'Cause I?m broken and I don?t understand
What is broken falls into place once again
Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
Again and again and again, again and again and again
Again and again and again, I think I will break but I mend