They put them in room
And say write us a hit song
The credits get split six ways
Guess the old days are gone
But three minutes and a hook
Can’t get you through life’s storms
There’s disaster in Asheville
Real lives were lost and torn
There is no formula
To fix a broken heart
No magic wand or bureaucrat
What it takes is real love
A helping hand, a gentle touch
There is no formula for that
I quit working for the US mail
The day Kris Kristofferson died
There’s an irony in there somewhere
And a truth that can’t be denied
Spent Monday morning at Camp Ellis
Contemplating freedom
Maybe only God knows
And he’ll teach me when I meet him
There is no formula
To fix a broken heart
No magic wand or bureaucrat
What it takes is real love
A helping hand, a gentle touch
There is no formula for that
Now somewhere out there tonight
There’s a mother who’s lost a child
A brother on the streets
A divorce that’s been filed
Some think money buys the way
But there’s no dignity in that game
I know there’s still some spirit left
If you just remember why you came
There is no formula
To fix a broken heart
No magic wand or bureaucrat
What it takes is real love
A helping hand, a gentle touch
There is no formula for that
There is no formula for that
Lyrics Copyright 2024 by Dan Steven Erickson
