WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE, GORDY QUIST, & JEFF BURKHART
How did your past get stuck in a pawnshop
Seems everything you owned is held in hock
At the only store open on this whole downtown block
On a shelf next to records and pistols
I found your old guitar
I saw your Chevy Nova down at the salvage yard
We got heartaches all around
We got miles of rusted towns
I sit back and wonder how it all slipped through your hands
Factories crumble away
Like the long gone glory days
Of a broken heart land
Down in the alley by a warehouse
I found a painting on a wall that you did
You wrote your name in letters six feet high
So there’s no mistaking this is where you lived
Dreams you had
Thought they would all come true
But they just faded out like this old picture you drew
We got heartaches all around
Got miles of rusted towns
I sit back and wonder how it all slipped through your hands
Farmland just blows away
Like the long gone glory days
Of a broken heart land
So I threw your old guitar off the bridge into the river
Driftwood taking on water slipping away
We got heartaches all around
Got miles of rusted towns
I sit back and wonder how it all slipped through your hands
Farmland just blows away
Like the long gone glory days
Of a broken heart land
It’s a broken heart land
© 2008 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Jeff Burkhart (BMI) / Gordy Quist Music (ASCAP)
