Lyrics

Broken Bouquet, by Dennis James

You won’t look at me when you break
You don’t seem to think about what it takes
To ball up your fist and fight the wind
Hoping it’ll give just a little bit

So when the rain it won’t come
And there’s nothing to wash us clean
Take my hand and we’ll run
‘Cause there’s something you gotta see

Chorus:
It’s a winding silver ribbon
Wrapped up in Queen Anne’s lace
With wild rye and black-eyed susans
Bar ditch flowers in a broken bouquet

Tattooed there on my heart
Laid bare for the world to see
Is a jagged ugly scare
But all the while you stood by me

And you took all, all my many faults
And all your crazy ways
And you tied them up in a pretty knot
We went driving for days

Chorus:
Down a winding silver ribbon
Wrapped up in Queen Anne’s lace
With wild rye and black-eyed susans
Bar ditch flowers in a broken bouquet
Bar ditch flowers in a broken bouquet