I think what informs my songwriting is my empathy with that. Maybe that’s what bothers people. It scares them to go to the edge of the well and look … - Lucinda Williams

Sometimes the best intentions are never truly met,
And all your expectations are never what you get.
You’ll never say why, or come up with a reason;
You’ve been weakened by a string of bad decisions.

Not a day goes by I don't think about you;
You left your mark on me, it's permanent, a tattoo.
Pierce the skin and the blood runs through,
Oh my baby.

There's a place in my heart,
I got room to spare.
There's a place in my heart,
I made room for you there.
Even though you make me blue,
I've got room enough for you.
No matter what you do,
I want you to know that
You have a place in my heart.