I don't think I'll make it to the school dance tonight
Thought I'd be bothered, but staying here at home sounds alright
And I pick up the pieces, now
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces, now
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces
Ooh, I don't think I'll be dancing in the rain
There's not a chance in a world that the clouds won't fade away
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces
If you talk if those words
Those lips will curse the steps you walk

The boy that wrote about a town
I-I-I'll get out of here someday, somehow
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces
I can't forgive who's done me wrong
Oh, I stay angry for so long
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces

If you talk if those words
Those lips will curse the steps you walk
If you talk if those words
Those lips will curse the steps you walk

If you talk

(And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces
And I pick up the pieces now
And I pick up the pieces)