You broke a song out of me
By Samuel Joseph Harris May 2009

Got home this evening, read your letter and then
Poured some coffee, grabbed a paper and pen
I tried to write but the ink was dry
Picked up my Gibson and I tried not to cry
I sang my heart out as if it would help
Pretend I’m singing ‘bout somebody else
But songs like this one doesn't come for free
you broke a song out of me

You broke a song out of me
And as I crumble like clay
I sang some words nobody heard
I guess it's better that way
No Hallelujah and no Amen
Just a lonely and sad lament
I sing as I weep
Rock myself to sleep
You broke a song out of me

I took you for granted for too long I guess
Now I don’t even know your address
I can’t get used to you not being around
Breaking up with you is breaking me down
And all pieces that I try to find
Are in the rubble you left behind
Songs like this one doesn’t come for free
You broke a song out of me

You broke a song out of me
And as I crumble like clay
I sang some words nobody heard
I think it's better that way
All I have left is a melody
Playing sad in a minor key
I sing as I weep
Rock myself to sleep
You broke a song out of me

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." - Albert Einstein