(What) Happens to the Heart


In the prison of the gifted
I was friendly with the guards
So I never had to witness
What happens to the heart



Happens to the Heart

I was always working steady
But I never called it art

I got my shit together

Meeting Christ and reading Marx

It failed, my little fire

But it spread the dying spark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart
There's a mist of summer kisses

Where I tried to double-park

The rivalry was vicious

The women were in charge

It was nothing, it was business
But it left an ugly mark
I've come here to revisit
What happens to the heart
I was selling holy trinkets

I was dressing kind of sharp

Had a pussy in the kitchen

And a panther in the yard

In the prison of the gifted
I was friendly with the guards
So I never had to witness
What happens to the heart
I should have seen it coming

After all, I knew the chart

Just to look at her was trouble

It was trouble from the start

Sure, we played a stunning couple
But I never liked the part
It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle
What happens to the heart
Now the angel's got a fiddle

The devil's got a harp

Every soul is like a minnow

Every mind is like a shark

Me, I've broken every window
But the house, the house is dark
I care, but very little
What happens to the heart
Then I studied with this beggar

He was filthy, he was scarred

By the claws of many women

He had failed to disregard

No fable here, no lesson
No singing meadowlark
Just a filthy beggar guessing
What happens to the heart
I was always working steady

But I never called it art

It was just some old convention

Like the horse before the cart

I had no trouble betting
On the flood, against the ark
You see, I knew about the ending
What happens to the heart
I was handy with a rifle

My father's .303

I fought for something final

Not the right to disagree