Story Behind The Song

I was walking through a great grief, and I needed somewhere to put it all so I could function.

Lyrics

If my heart was a house it’d be cracked and weathered,
Like a river shanty in the Cajun lowlands.
If my heart was a house it’d be held together
With silver duct tape and a few rubber bands.
Since you walked out,
It’d be cracked and weathered if my heart was a house.

If my heart was a house it’d be condemned,
A dangerous place for children to play.
In bright yellow, it’d all be trimmed,
A fresh crime scene, “Stay away.”
Since you walked out,
It’d be condemned if my heart was a house.

But a heart ain’t a house, it’s a mending thing,
One of these days I’ll shout and sing
But for today I’d be moving out,
If my heart was a house.

If my heart was a house it’d be for sale,
To any old bidder on the auction floor.
Let ‘em take that sucker, I’d hit the trail,
And I wouldn’t be coming back here no more, no more.

But a heart ain’t a house, it’s a mending thing,
One of these days I’ll shout and sing-- Hey, yeah,
For today I’d be moving out,
if my heart, if my heart, if my heart was a house.
if my heart, if my heart, if my heart was a house.

If my heart was a house it’d be cracked and weathered
Like a river shanty in the Cajun lowlands (hey)