Valentine's Day Songtext

von Michael Friedman

Some of my best lessons in life
Were from the fathers of lovers I've discarded
Like I remember Jack
Father of five and of Donna-Mae
A thick old man with sausage hands
He broke his children down
And wanting to understand
I joined in his vodka confessional
Where he'd said he'd lost everything
The one woman tender to him
And wouldn't you know it
On Valentine's Day

Oh oh oh - broken hearts of broken men
Broken bottles, broken homes and bones and dreams
And broken dreams
On Valentine's Day

Then there was Helen, who I really got stuck on
I've always had a thing for readheads
And her old man was rich, the kind that protects
And he sat me down
He told me some things about his life
And about earning respect
Things he learned the hard way
And though I didn't take it well at the time
I reflect on it now and use it well
And it makes me think of Jack, father of Donna-Mae
And the massacre of hearts
On Valentine's Day

Oh oh oh - young loves were nothin'
But practice and preparation for the real thing
For real love
For what we all deserve
On Valentine's Day

Soulmates don't just appear and stay
I don't care what the eighties say
E.g. Annie was the bolt of lightening
That flashed on my heart and struck me down
It took everything her father had to push us apart
It nearly killed him
Instructed by this consequence
I now view life this way
I see love as a balance scale
One side life and wife and kids and job and home
Weighing heavily down against a circle
On a calender page

Oh oh oh - passion flashbacks
Flare up and disrupt everything,
Every year ideals eroded by a letter from you
On Valentine's Day