Heartache

The storm clouds gather in your eyes today
I swear it's a long night when you turn away
There ain't no comfort for the angry child
Only heartache

You shatter my reason every time
I find some pieces and I lose peace of mind
It's better I leave than live like I'm dying
Better than heartache

There's a woman I know - she's the quiet kind
Some say she's wise and some say she's blind
She says your trouble it's a troublesome kind
Full of heartache

The storm clouds gather in your eyes today
I offer shelter and you push me away
I'm gonna run 'til I cross that line
And leave this heartache
Of mine
Behind

Words and music copyright ©1989 Betty Elders
Whistling Pig Music (ASCAP) administered by BUG Music
All rights reserved.

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