Fred Eaglesmith - Her Heart or Mine by Fred Eaglesmith lyrics

Sometimes I see her Out on Sunday And she always says "Hello" We're still polite inspite of The circumstances you know And she always touches her hand in mine Before she says "Good-bye" And I often wonder whose heart was broke; Was it hers or was it mine? We use to go dancin' And drinking Manhattans At Eddy's at the edge of town They'd call the cops to come and stop us We'd tear the whole place down And when it was over She'd take me home I'd be too drunk to drive And I often wonder whose heart was broke; Was it hers or was it mine? The piano player had left the stool There was nobody on the isle Funny how bad news is still bad news When you tell it with a smile The lights are still on in the living room The bells forgot to chime And I often wonder I wonder a lot Was it her heart or mine? Sometimes I see her Out on Sunday And she always says "Hello" --- .