Mick came home late last night
He drank enough beer to take the edge off a knife
She opened the door, looking older than before,
He said, "Rosy, you're too good a girl."

She let him in he lifted up her dress
Like an apology, began to kiss her neck
And he felt much relieved
As the ceiling fan tapped out a broken melody.

(Chorus:)
She said, "Do you remember when we were younger, and bitter words were said?
Making up was your favorite part.
But I ain't young no more, and 'I'm sorry' cannot mend a bro-o-o-ken heart."

He came back home, threw his things on the floor.
She worked up the courage to say what she never had before.
But the words got lost inside, he got that look in his eye, and the sun went shining on.

(repeat chorus)

(Bridge:)
Well the judge knew well, Mick wsa a violent man.
She got a few headlines, she got a slap on the hand.

And there ain't no villains and there ain't no heroes;
Just people on both sides of the tracks tryin' to add up a whole bunch of zeros.
And time marches on,
'Til it's all gone.

(end chorus with variations:)
Making up was always your favorite part;
'I'm sorry' will not mend a bro-o-oken, a bro-o-o-ken heart.