Sometimes, the strongest muscle is my bicep.
Sometimes that’s as emotional as I get
‘Cause I can carry ‘til it tears me apart,
And then the lifting gets left to my heart.
Sometimes, my favorite outfit is a T-shirt,
Like when I’m running and running ‘til my knees hurt.
‘Cause when my heart no longer fits on my sleeve,
I tuck it back with my wallet and keys.
One time I loved a girl named Dorothy.
One night she called to say I was cowardly.
And as my heart was howling into the phone,
She blew away in a cyclone
And I’ve been holding for a long, long time,
To take the pain that’s yours and make it mine.
And I’ve been holding for far too long.
You’ve got to press the heart to keep it strong.
That it may lift us to forgiveness
For we long to hear the voice of love say:
“I have told you, I will hold you.”
Sometimes, the only words are “I’m sorry.”
Sometimes we cringe like criminals. But are we?
