When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry

And curse at the wind, He broke his own heart

And I watched as he tried to reassemble it

And my mama swore, That she would never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised, I'd never sing of love

If it does not exist

But, darling, there must be an exception.

Well, maybe I know somewhere, Deep in my soul

That love never lasts, And we've got to find other ways

To make it alone, Or keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this, Keeping a comfortable distance

And up until now, I had sworn to myself

That I'm content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

But there must be an exception.

And I'm on my way to believing.