You can cry in your beer
you can howl in the wind
you can cast away all your close friends
or sing old sad songs over
and over again
but your broken heart might never mend
find yourself a wishing well
toss in a coin
visit the gypsies outside of town
wander the mountains
alone and forlorn
but your heart will play games of its own

 Disconsolation, that cacophony of misery
     is messing with your mind
     your isolation, unnatural, irrational
     you gotta leave that mess behind

You don’t have to be heroic
you don’t need to be so fine
you don’t even need your ducks in row
there will always be another
somewhere down the road
and, my friend, that’s all you really need to know
there’s a hundred righteous reasons
for feeling like a fool
guilt-ridden, empty cover-ups for shame
you’ve been dumped and disregarded
and maybe treated harshly
it happens – ain’t no one to blame

 Disconsolation, that cacophony of misery
     It’s a tragedy, fabricated by your broken heart
          proclaiming its displeasure
     your isolation, so damnably irrational
     ain’t nothin’ in this world lasts forever

You can cry in your beer
you can howl in the wind
you can cast away all your close friends
or sing old sad songs over
and over again
but your broken heart might never mend