Ready To Do It Again,,,

You Broke My Heart,,,Into At Least A Thousand Pieces,,,
And During Rush Hour,,,You Threw Them Out Upon The Interstate,,,
And When I Went To Retrieve,,,All Of These Discarded Pieces,,,
They Were Strewn Down The Interstate,,,For Miles,,,
Four Lanes Deep,,,And As Far As My Eyes Could See,,,
And I Really Had My Work,,,Cut Out For Me,,,

I Ran Into The Rush Hour Traffic,,,To Pick Up The Pieces There,,,
As I Picked Up The Pieces,,,Dodging All The Trucks And Cars,,,
And I Placed All Of These Pieces,,,Into An Old Mason Jar,,,
And When I Picked Up All Of The Pieces,,,That I Could Find,,,
I Combed The Area Once Again,,,Leaving None Behind,,,
And I Took Them Back Home,,,And On The Kitchen Table,,,
I Stitched It Back Together,,,With Rusty Barbed Wire And Twine,,,

And When I Finally ,,,Got It All Back Together,,,
And Oh My God !!!,,,What A Mess It Was,,,
There Were Pieces Missing,,,And It Was All Covered,,,
With Grass,,,And Dirt,,,And Oil,,,And Fuzz???,,,

It Was Leaking Around,,,The Missing Pieces I Failed To Find,,,
That Are Forever Gone,,,Or Out There On The Highway Still,,,
Or Stuck Inside The Treads,,,Of Somebody's Wheels,,,
I Filled The Leaks With Super Glue,,,As I Worked On It All Day,,,
And I Patched The Holes With Plastic Jugs,,,That Never Go Away,,,

And I Sewed It Inside My Chest,,,After Putting It Back In Place,,,
And Then Upon My Face,,,There Appeared A Slight Grin,,,
As The Feelings Returned To My Fingers,,,And Face,,,
And Then The Color,,,Started Returning To My Skin,,,
Hey,,,I Might Not Be One Hundred Percent,,,
But I'm Ready,,,To Do It Again,,,