Well I think that there's a problem here
Her voice just don't sound right
I left myself on her answering machine
Said “I'm back in town tonight.”
I feel like I've stepped out of the wilderness
All squinty-eyed and confused
But even babies raised by wolves
They know exactly when they've been used
When it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts oh when they start they really fall apart
Fingers and toes fingers and toes
Forty things we share
Forty one if you include the fact that we don't care
Now you've blocked off most of main street
For your little faith parade
Everybody in town will probably all agree
I'm lying in the bed I made
When it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts when they start they really fall apart
Now you won't even let me talk to you
We got some air to clear
We'd probably only agree on one thing anyway
That's what the hell is happening here
When it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Like boots or hearts when they start They really fall apart
When it starts to fall apart
It really falls apart
Cowboy boots and cowboy hearts
They really fall apart
Writer(s): Johnny Fay, Gordon Sinclair, Paul Langlois, Robert Baker, Gordon Downie
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