When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.

 But darling, you are the only exception.

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways to make it alone.
Or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I have sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness.