Heart Like Glue

When Shakyamuni Buddha first became enlightened, he said, “Strange, strange, strange indeed. All living beings have the Buddha nature, all can become Buddhas. It is only because of false thinking and attachments that they have not done so.”

You’ve heard about the heart like stone,
Stranded, sobbing, left alone
And you’ve heard about the heart like glass
Breaking, broken, broke at last

But let me tell you
I’ve got a heart like rubber cement
And still I sit and wonder where my freedom went
This world’s an empty dream I can’t see through
‘Cause everything sticks to
This heart like glue

Now there’s hearts like a wheel and there’s hearts on fire
There’s chicken-hearts, sweethearts, and hearts desire
There’s heartbreak, heartburn, heart attack and more
Kind of makes a person wonder what we came here for

But let me tell you
I’ve got a heart like rubber cement
And still I sit and wonder where my freedom went
The world’s an empty dream I can’t see through
Cause everything sticks to
This heart like glue

The heart of a sage is clear and high
Like the tracks of a bird across the sky
No self, no others, just a heart so free
With a little cultivation that sage could be me

But let me tell you
I’ve got a heart like rubber cement
And still I sit and wonder where my freedom went
The world’s an empty dream I can’t see through
Cause everything sticks to
This heart like glue

I’ve got a heart like rubber cement
And still I sit and wonder where my freedom went
The world’s an empty dream I can’t see through
Cause everything sticks to
This heart like glue

There’s hearts in the street and there’s hearts like ashtrays
There’s hearts on platters spun by local DJs
There’s hearts in mouths, on sleeves
There’s hearts that pitter-patter, flip flop, and bleed