Brokenheart Road
He was driving a Chevrolet with a roof that would never shut
His car was shimmering but some strings needed to be cut
There was rubbish that he desired nevermore
Left behind on Road 66 with an unrequited Lenore
Her dress was covered in sand and tears
She tried to outrun his absence but he switched gears
Lost in the desert, drawing hearts with dirt
No witness to testify of the woman's hurt
Her path was paved with good intentions
But she's the kind of person who deserved better destinations
The man told the police she has disappeared
And hid the fact she was also brokenhearted
Deep inside in her despair was a burning hunger
He could lie as a singer but he will also die as a sinner
Pride tainted her soul with a yearning for revenge
Isn't it strange how quick she learnt to estrange?
There's no shame into killing a hypocrite coward
Would be her catchphrase in the psychiatric ward
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