A Little Less Broken  by David Jones © 1999

There are things that you've got

That some day will be gone.

You may cry in your bed

Next to the thing that you love.

She may wake, put her arm across

The thing that she loves

And that's it - the thing you're looking for

For that brief moment you know you know

You're a little less broken. A little less lost.

A little less likely to build your own cross.

The trains and the letters fill with regret

Now you're less likely to never forget.

So you sleep, then you dream

'Bout the place by the stream

They're all there just like before

When you smile they know you know

You're a little less broken. A little less lost.

A little less likely to build your own cross.

The trains and the letters fill with regret

Now you're less likely to never forget.

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You're a little less broken. A little less lost.

A little less likely to build your own cross.

The trains and the letters fill with regret

Now you're less likely to never forget.