Some say distance grows the heart
But I know sometimes we just drift apart
Everybody's walking in twos leaving Noah's ark
And it's Sunday at the water park

We sat under a half mast, but now it's flat
Broken birds travel fast my window
You don't know the shape I'm in

Punching holes in the hotel room
Singing all you had to do was be nice
Woah be nice, to me
Clarinet singing its lonesome duck walk
Clarinet singing its lonesome duck walk
What else can you say to help a friend with a broken heart
You don't know the shape I'm in
You don't know