Lonely Pipes

[Verse] Met her at the corner diner, in this quiet little town, Her smile was sunshine, but my own was turned down. The wrench in my pocket, like the weight of my old life, Just another job to fix, but can't mend this knife. [Verse 2] Kids grow up and move away, start families of their own, The house echoes empty now, just me and these old bones. Service calls to widow homes, their eyes as sad as mine, Fixing broken pipes, but can't fix this heart of mine. [Chorus] Broken pipes and lonely hearts, both needing repair, Her smile couldn’t thaw my pain, though she sat right there. Widowed women, silent nights, this life I lead alone, Holding my own broken heart, in houses made of stone.