Much Like Her Heart

She cleaned out her apartment after Friday's evening news
And hung the empty keyring on a forgotten nail
She drug her feet slowly down four flights of stairs
Just like her soul stained with regret
It began to rain
Just much like her heart
It began to rain
Just much like her heart
She stacked her life's boxes on the old trusty pickup
That was only held together by rust and tree sap
The rearview mirror was cracked and doused with tears
And the side mirrors were beat up in all the wrong spots
It began to rain
Just much like her heart
It began to rain
Just much like her heart
To the bus stop by the hound dogs
Adorned with happy goodbye signs
And the happy men waiting to board with smiling faces
It began to rain
Just much like her heart
It began to rain
Just much like her heart