Mick came home late last night
He drank enough beer to take the edge of a knife
And she opened the door 
Looking older than before
He said: 'Rosey, you're too good a girl'

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

But she said:
Do you remember when we were younger 
And angry words were said
Making up was always your favorite part
Well, I ain't young no more
And I'm sorry I will not mend
A broken heart

Well he came back home, 
Threw his things on the floor
And she worked up the courage
To say what she never had before
But the words got lost inside
He got that look in his eyes
As the sun went shining on

And she said:
Do you remember when we were younger 
And angry words were said
Making up was always your favorite part
Well, I ain't young no more
And I'm sorry I will not mend
A broken heart

Well the judge knew well Mick was 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
People on both sides of the tracks
Tryin' to add up a whole bunch of zeroes
And time marches on
Till it's gone, gone

And she said:
Do you remember when we were younger 
And angry words were said
Making up was always your favorite part
Well, I ain't young no more
And I'm sorry I will not mend
A broken heart