The Smiling Prophet

I found him on the corner
A plastic bag at his feet
A red cloak wrapped around his shoulder
Offering his blessings for free
He was sitting at a three-legged table
Counting out his spools of thread
He said he had a message for me
And this is what he said

Give me your hurt
Give me your pain
Give me your broken heart pieces
I'll mend them again
It's never too much
It's never too late
You can always start over again

I said: Now are you certain
There's a whole lotta weight on my back
My heart must have a million fractures
Don't think you are gonna be able to fix that
But he said: Girl you're not that special
I've seen it all so many times before
There ain't nothing that the smiling prophet
Don't know how to fix so come on over
And bring it on

Give me your hurt
Give me your pain
Give me your broken heart pieces
I'll mend them again
It's never too much
It's never too late
You can always start over again