Mick came home late last night

He drank enough beer to take the edge off 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 began to kiss her breast

And he felt much relieved as the ceiling fan tapped out a broken melody



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 will not mend a broken heart."



He came 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 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 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 trying to add up a whole bunch of zeros

And time marches on until it's all 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 will not mend a broken, a broken heart."