I think my heart must be made of clay

Cause everyone said it would be broken some day

And now I’ve come to that fateful day

So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands

And don’t tell me how to make it pay

I write a new song every day

I just wish I was made of wood

I might not feel pain even if I should

Even if I should


The sweetest smile that ever did

Melt the pats in the butter dish

And if you could have believed in me

I swear to God I’d have made damn sure

Our hearts were warm, and glad with wine

I’d keep the doors locked all the time

I just wish I was made of wood

You might not seem glad, even if you should

Even if you should, if you should


I think my heart must be made of clay

Cause everyone said it would be broken some day

Seems that I have come to that fateful day

So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands

With my head in my hands

Even if I should, if I should