boulevard of broken dreams

i can't believe it's happened
the way we try to keep it from breaking
it's all coming to pass now
how do you mend a broken heart?

i am helpless and speechless
it's caught you off your guard
even though you thought you saw it coming
but is it too late to mend the seams?

so i swing around the wires
swallow your pride and rage
sit tight and hope for the best
the best of your broken dreams

i watch your devastation
the tears, sweat and desperation
i don't know what to say
what kind of God do we worship today?

i sit, wait, wish for you
that this is just a bad dream
i've never seen you this way
perhaps there's something more you are missing?

and now you're silent
an invisible wall between us
the hand that watched your back
now seems to be shut out for your personal space

so i play the fiddler
all alone on the roof once again
let the music drown out the noise
what noise it seems you ask, are you even listening?

may meaninglessness find authentic hope
may wisdom guide our hands and feet
may trouble break us only to know
the difference between grace and manipulation