The Breaks Lyrics

The Breaks lyrics

"Here is my heart take what you want 
'Cause I have no use for it anyway

Well of all the stupid things I've ever said 
This could be the worst may
be the best 
But those are the breaks 
These are the bruises 
And if I
can't give myself away I'm the only one who loses 
And I don't want to lose
this 

It is the sea that makes the sailor 
And the land that shapes
the sea 
And I do not know yet what I am made of 
Or all I may someday be

And it is the wood that makes a carpenter 
It's the very tools of his
trade 
And it is love that makes a lover 
And a cross that makes a saint


Here is my song listen if you will 
But I have no heart for it
anymore 
I just have half a mind to cut it loose 
And if it sails off
into the blue 
Then I'll just let it soar 
And the sky is better keeping

And I won't be any poorer 
For giving it its freedom 
And here's one
for freedom 

It is the sea that makes the sailor 
And the land that
shapes the sea 
And I do not know yet what I am made of 
Or all I may
someday be 
It is the wood that makes a carpenter 
It's the very tools of
his trade 
And it is love that makes a lover 
And a cross that makes a
saint 

Well of all the stupid things I've ever said 
This could be
the worst may be the best 
But those are the breaks"