Bruised orange lyrics

Artist  : John prine 
Song : Bruised orange
 
My heart’s in the ice house come hill or come
valley
Like a long ago sunday when I walked through the
alley
On a cold winter’s morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow.

I heard sirens on the train track howl naked
gettin’ nuder,
An altar boy’s been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow.

You can gaze out the window get mad and get
madder,
Throw your hands in the air, say "what does
it matter? "
But it don’t do no good to get angry,
So help me I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows
bitter.
You become your own prisoner as you watch
yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own
Chain of sorrow.

I been brought down to zero, pulled out and put
back there.
I sat on a park bench, kissed the girl with the
black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart
"you better look out below!"
Hey, it ain’t such a long drop don’t stammer
don’t stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in
the gutter
And you carry those bruises to remind you
wherever you go.