No, I don’t trust this thing called love as far as I can see.
The moment that I open up, my heart it breaks on me.
I always take it as it comes, I ramble and I roam.
You tell me I should settle down and make myself at home.
Yes, if I ever take that chance, my darling, I’d stay true,
But in the end, I’d pay the price and owe it all to you.
No, I don’t trust this thing called love it never comes for free.
But when I give myself away my heart it breaks on me.
Yes, on the surface I’ll insist I'm better off alone,
But secretly I hope I’ll find someone to call my own.
So, this is how the story goes it always ends the same.
If I can be your tumbleweed you’ll be my ball and chain.
No, I don’t trust this thing called love they say it’s all ya’ need.
But when I think I have enough my heart it breaks on me.
Yes, every time push comes to shove my heart it breaks on me.