here is my heart take what you want cause i have no use for it anyway well of all the stupid things i ve ever said this could be the worst may be the best but those are the breaks these are the bruises and if i can t give myself away i m the only one who loses and i don t want to lose this it is the sea that makes the sailor and the land that shapes the sea and i do not know yet what i am made of or all i may someday be and it is the wood that makes a carpenter it s the very tools of his trade and it is love that makes a lover and a cross that makes a saint here is my song listen if you will but i have no heart for it anymore i just have half a mind to cut it loose and if it sails off into the blue then i ll just let it soar and the sky is better keeping and i won t be any poorer for giving it its freedom and here s one for freedom it is the sea that makes the sailor and the land that shapes the sea and i do not know yet what i am made of or all i may someday be it is the wood that makes a carpenter it s the very tools of his trade and it is love that makes a lover and a cross that makes a saint well of all the stupid things i ve ever said this could be the worst may be the best but those are the breaks 