The Sign on the Door

I was reminded late last week that when you are going through hard times, surrounding yourself with a good support system will keep you from going crazy.

Speaking of friends, here's a song that I've had on repeat the last week. Surely not my first heartbreak, but possibly my worst. Yeah. And for now I can't imagine anything or anyone who could make me want to do this again... to fall in love. But in the meantime, nursing my wounds with you all, well, I can't think of any place else I'd rather be.

Wendy's sittin' next to me, she's trying hard to drink it away
And I feel the rumble of the subway beneath the stage
And her eyes are screaming and her lips are pursed
And this ain't her first heartache
But it feels like, it feels like the worst
And she says, "Can someone tell me how this can happen?"
And I guess that God only knows
My heart used to be the sweet shop of love
But now the sign on the door
It says sorry we're closed
And I hear myself tell her some old words I know they won't help
And then I feel guilty 'cause I closed some sweet shops myself
And we all talk about timing and lifestyles and such
But to a heart that's been shattered those words don't mean that much
And all of our pining it just goes to show
Don't you enter a shop with the sign on the door
Saying sorry we're closed
And she's been through all the pain that one can endure
And her new man thinks she loves him but he can't be sure
And his heart pines for Wendy
She says that's how it goes
How am I supposed to know
He can't read the sign saying sorry we're closed
Yeah we're closed
And she says, "Can someone tell me how this can happen?"
And I guess that God only knows
My heart used to be the sweet shop of love
But there's a sign on the door
There's a sign on the door
One more sign...

The Sign on the Door, Edwin McCain