I stood in the street in the pouring rainDidn't give a damn about anythingI said, take me, oh Lord, just take meWent back in the house, picked up this guitarAnd somehow my fingers found the weight of my heartAnd it saved me, oh Lord, it saved meI'm not proud of my mistakesBut thanks to you, I've got so much to sayCause the best songs come from broken heartsFrom busted dreams and beat-up guitarsIn times like these when I'm down on my knees, it's trueYeah, you gotta dig deep within the well of your soulTo find the will to sing the words that only you know aboutGoing through hell and living to tell the truthOh, but the best songs come from broken heartsI fell for a dream, it was not what it seemedBy the time I woke up, I had lost everythingThought I'd die without youBut I came to life without youYeah, cause God has a way of working things outIf not for the music, where would I be now?I'm gonna write about youYou bet I'm gonna write about youDespite the obvious mistakeThanks to you now, I've got so much to sayCause the best songs come from broken heartsFrom busted dreams and beat-up guitarsIn times like these when I'm down on my knees, it's trueYeah, you gotta dig deep within the well of your soulTo find the will to sing the words that only you know aboutGoing through hell and living to tell the truthOh, but the best songs come from broken heartsYeah, you gotta dig deep within the well of your soulTo find the will to sing the words that only you know aboutGoing through hell and living to tell the truthLiving to tell the truthBut I'm willing to tell the truthCause the best songs come fromThe best songs come fromThe best songs come fromBroken heartsYeah, broken heartsYeah, you gotta dig deep within the well of your soul