The Pawnbroker - Beegie Adair

One heart to trade or sell

One heart, an empty shell

Perhaps I’ll stop

In some pawnbroker’s shop

And see what he might pay

For second-hand hearts today

Old dreams I’ll never use

Love songs I’d love to lose

Such worthless things

What scale could measure them?

What other fool could be a fool like me and treasure them

Since you’re gone, I wear you on this heart

How could I pawn this heart that still loves you?