I can’t deny some look real nice.

But I don’t care if they’re slick and cool,

They don’t ignite me like you do.

Chorus.

3. Some folks hook up not to be alone.

Or they want babies and to make a home.

Nothing wrong with that, for them it’s fine.

But I like my furnace turned up high.

Chorus.

4. You can keep those days in early spring.

A gentle autumn’s not my thing.

No, I want sun and blaring heat—

Sweaty love, just you and me.

Chorus.

The Puzzle Of Your Heart

1. A quiet Sunday, the rain comes down.

Hey, you want to play a game?

I look around.

There’s a jigsaw puzzle on the shelf.

A country scene, some old-time art

Of farms and fields and stacks of hay.

We pour some wine, curl up and start.

Chorus:

One piece there, and one piece here.

Some fall in place and some won’t fit.

It’s just not clear

How I can take these mismatched parts

And put together the puzzle of your heart.

2. You want to stay, you have to go,

I think I love you but I’m confused.

I just don’t know.

Sometimes you stay, sometimes you run.

The past is good, but the future looms.

Let’s have a baby, or maybe not.

Let’s buy this place, no, we should move.

Chorus.

3. The hours pass, there’s not much done.

The middle’s harder than we thought.

It’s been fun.

But the rain’s let up. Let’s take a walk.

We’ve got an hour before it’s night.

Oh, you’d rather watch the game?

I understand. No, it’s all right.

Chorus.

4. I get back home and in the hall

I find a note. You’re outside jogging

After all.

I try a jigsaw piece or two,

But finally I admit defeat.

I guess that’s how it often goes,

Some puzzles we just can’t complete.

Chorus.

Leaving Home

1. Packing up the suitcase, filling boxes to the brim.

Years and years of memories, trying to fit them in.

I never really thought that there might come a time,

When everything would change and I’d have to say goodbye.

Chorus:

Now I’m starting over, starting over once again,

To try to make a new life, without family or friends.

In all my years on earth, there’s one thing that I know:

Nothing can be harder than to leave behind your home.

2. This room, it was my daughter’s, who’s grown and lives nearby.

She’s got babies of her own, oh, I’ll miss them till I cry.

This room is the one where my man and I would sleep.

Or sometimes never sleep at all, if you know what I mean.

Chorus.

3. And here’s the porch we’d sit on, after dinner every night.

My husband talked about his job and I’d tell him ’bout mine.

Then dishes and some cleaning, some homework and to bed.

And the joy of seeing sunrise as the day would start again.

Chorus.

4. Oh, we had quite some parties, to mark those special times.