Handy Man

you got your tools spread out on the table
you’re hoping that you’re able
to fix every single problem you get your hands on
but you’re tearing out your hair
you’re frustrated and scared
the woman that you love is up and gone
 
but you can’t fix a broken heart
your hammer and nails will only tear it apart
oh, handy man of mine
you can’t fix me this time
 
you got your sewing machine ready
your hands are nice and steady
you want to sew me back up like a quilt
but my legs start to shaking, my body starts aching
i can’t lay under here with all this guilt
 
you can’t mend a broken heart
your needles and pins will only tear me apart
oh, handy man of mine
you can’t fix me this time
 
no glue is gonna hold me
no clay is gonna mold me
into the happy lady you deserve
no wrench is gonna bind me
no drill is gonna rewind me
i’ve gotta find me first
 
you can’t mend a broken heart
wish i would have told you from the very start
oh, handy man of mine
you can’t fix me this time