Haven't you heard the story
He's out for love and for glory
And she's waitin' home by the fire
And wasn't it yesterday
Wasn't it me who said it
I swore that you'd never regret it
Now home is a wounded heart
It's a complicated thing,
Not an ordinary thing
My heart just breaks in two
'Cause I can see you standing there
You know that I can't bear
Your wounded heart
Paint me a red balloon
Give me a string and baby I'll tie it
Give me a ring and baby I'll buy it
And bring it on home to you
Home to a wounded heart
