Stained glass found the steeple
Vinyl record, found a needle
And in a crowd of people, I found you
I learned from my rehearsals
Squares don't fit into circles
Red never could make purple without blue

Maybe we were born with broken hearts
Only half of who we are

Momma I know you think he looks like trouble
And Daddy’s gonna say he needs to cut his hair
And I know you’re gonna judge that tattoo on his arm
But if you look a little closer you’ll see my name there

Momma he’s a good boy and he needs me
And I need him too
And he’s go

She had a ring of gold and a three-year-old
And a house with a wooden fence
The doctors tried and her family cried
‘Cause it didn’t make no sense

But somewhere deep inside she knew God knew better
So in the middle of the night
Dim night light
She started her letter<