Where do you go with your broken heart in tow?
And what do you do with the left over you?
And how do you know when to let go?
Where does the good go?
Where does the good go?
Look me in the eye
And tell me you don't find me attractive
Look me in the heart
And tell me you won't go
Look me in the eye
And promise no love's like our love
Look me in the heart
And un-break broken, it won't happen.
It's love that leaves and breaks
The seal of always thinking you would be
Real happy and healthy, strong and calm
Where does the good go?
Where does the good go?