How Broken Things Are Made (Dear Mrs. Robinson)

Water breaks against the stone. And broken stones make jagged water. The shepherd sleeps under the wool of sheep he raised just for the slaughter. Just like the hammer forms the blade That hammers shields while shovels beg To move the dirt that blocks the grave— That’s how broken things are made. That’s how broken things are made, That’s how broken things are made. One day sons become the father That walks his son toward the altar And he prays his will won’t falter, But God tends to choose the martyr. The purest blood will always stain, So that only filth and grime remain. Debt owed to death is always paid— That’s how broken things are made. That’s how broken things are made, That’s how broken things are made. Dirt and the water make the mud That makes the bricks that make the hut. With knife in hand, he makes the cut— Some bonds don’t break no matter what. Dirt grew the food that grew the girl That grew a life that changed her world. Instill in them the will to thrive— That’s how we broken things survive. [Instrumental Outro – harp, choir pad, piano fade]