Just Like A Widow - Daniel Johnston

He’s got tracks down his face

Where his tears drop

He’s got a stain on his shirt

Where his heart bleeds

Just like he’s a widow

His poor heart has died

His mind is like Jell-O

In the ghetto of love

It’ll work out

Everything does

But if it don’t work out

It’s only because

Just like he’s a widow

His poor heart has died

His mind is like Jell-O

In the ghetto of love