Hard Heart

An attic apartment with a wooden staircase fire escape –
Now that he's moving, he's glad that everything heavy stays.
He's leaving the woman with the expensive suitcase,
The one she asked for last Valentine's Day.
You could tell she was the type who'd never settle for a card.
You'd have to have a hard heart not to feel sorry for her now.

He's taking the vacuum. He's taking the broom.
She never expected to have to clean those rooms.
He's got a couple of milk crates of old LPs.
Judging from his records, he's too much like me.
She's letting him get away with 6- and 12-string guitar.
You'd have to have a hard heart not to feel sorry for her now.

She's staying with her sister for a couple of days.
They agreed that it'd be easier if she just stayed away.
I never trifled with them, and they never bothered me –
That's the best way of being neighborly.
Though she did call the police in the middle of my best party.
Still, you'd have to have a hard heart not to feel sorry for her now.

They shared a car, and they got a little dog.
You can't ask the figures where the arithmetic went wrong.
Maybe it was her job that made her so unhappy lately.
Maybe the puppy was practice for a baby.
Never did I once see him take it out in the yard.
You'd have to have a hard heart not to feel sorry for her now.