///*****/// [Intro] Two coats on the same hook And rain on a Tuesday [Verse 1] She buried hers in ninety-one And I lost mine in ninety-four And we met at a committee meeting About a fence, of all the things And we argued about the fence For about an hour and a half And then she laughed at something stupid And I had forgotten how to laugh And we walked out to the parking lot And neither of us went And we stood there in the drizzle Talking absolute nonsense [Pre-Chorus] And I am fifty-eight years old And I did not think it came For people with the mileage And the luggage and the names [Chorus] But we are two kinds of broken That happen to fit Not the beautiful young kind The kind that has been sat with We do not fix each other And we do not even try We are two kinds of broken And we are getting on just fine Two kinds of broken [Verse 2] Her kids were very careful And my son was very cold And there was a Christmas dinner Where the whole thing nearly folded And her daughter said quite plainly That her mother should be true And her mother put her fork down And she said I loved him too And I love this one differently And both of them are real And a heart is not a hotel room With a single bed to fill [Pre-Chorus] And her daughter cried and hugged her And my son shook my hand And it was not a Hollywood ending But it was the actual land [Chorus] Because we are two kinds of broken That happen to fit Not the beautiful young kind The kind that has been sat with We do not fix each other And we do not even try We are two kinds of broken And we are getting on just fine Two kinds of broken [Verse 3] There is a photo of her husband On the landing, and it stays And there is one of my Elaine On the shelf beside the plates And sometimes on an evening When the house is going dim She will look at hers a moment And I will go and look at him And we do not call it strange And we do not call it wrong It is just four people in a house Where only two belong [Pre-Chorus] And she says he would have liked you And I say Elaine would too And I think that they are somewhere Being glad we made it through [Bridge] Nobody tells you at nineteen That love has second doors That it comes back in November With grey hair and a coat And that it is not a lesser thing Because it is not the first [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] So we are two kinds of broken That happen to fit Not the beautiful young kind The kind that has been sat with We do not fix each other And we do not need to try We are two kinds of broken And we are getting on just fine Two kinds of broken [Coda] So if you are on your own there And you think the boat has sailed And you have got the years behind you And a heart that has been failed Go and argue at a meeting Go and stand out in the rain There is somebody with your damage Who is looking for the same [Outro] Two coats on the same hook And rain on a Tuesday And two people making dinner In an ordinary way
