Broken Hand Video (MV)

Painting pictures

Home is where the heart is, and my heart is made of stone
So I'm traveling like a gypsy on this long forgotten road
To a place where I know nobody and no one knows my name
I'm finally a passenger on someone else's train

Painting pictures with a broken hand
When someone shows you who they are
Believe, believe them

You can take my tears, but you can't take my dignity
Knowing I was locked away
Somehow sets me free
I heard you got the book I sent
Signed with feelings that I meant
I'm glad it came on time
But now we're running out of time
And timing isn't everything
It's also saying what you mean
And meaning what you say

Painting pictures with a broken hand
When someone shows you who they are
Believe, believe them
Painting pictures with a broken hand
When someone shows you who they are
Believe, believe them

Take your fame and run away
I'm driving to the edge of America
Take your shame and hide your face
I'm walking on the edge of America
I'm going to the edge of America

Painting pictures with a broken hand
When someone shows you who they are
Believe, believe them
Painting pictures with a broken hand
When someone shows you who they are
Believe, believe them

Painting pictures with a broken hand
When someone shows you who they are
Believe them