Everybody's Broken - Jann Arden

Everybody hates Billy Wolfe ‘cause he doesn’t he look the way they do

He sits in the back with his patched up knapsack taking the abuse

He can’t even hid the bruises inside those kids can be so cruel

Everybody hates Billy Wolfe in the land of the red, white, black, and blue

Oh, everybody’s broken

Eight-five years she’s been living right here when they took her from her home

To her little white room with a cup and a spoon and the dress that she had on

Nobody came they’ve forgotten her name it’s like she disappeared

She’s just Clara-Marie and that’s who she sees when she looks into the mirror

Oh, everybody’s broken

Oh, everybody’s broken

She lost her son on February one, of two thousand and four

Wrong place, wrong time your life became a land mine right outside her door

There used to be kites and strings of lights to decorate her skies

Now clouds of smoke just shroud the hope and all she can do is cry

Oh, everybody’s broken

Oh, everybody’s broken