He comes in gruff,nPuts down his stuff,nAnd he don't smile, he's had enoughnnBut She Gives Something, That Won't Break or BurnnShe Gives Something, He Can't ReturnnAnd She Needs Something That She Hopes He'll SaynnAnd she's got grace,nSo why you wait,nShe needs words like birds need rainnnShe Gives Something That Wont' Break or BurnnShe Gives Something, He can't returnnShe Needs Something That She Hopes He'll SaynnAnd you can't save it upnAnd you can't say enoughnAnd you can't keep that cup filled up.nnShe Gives Something That Wont' Break or BurnnShe Gives Something, He can't returnnShe Gives Something That Wont' Break or BurnnShe Gives Something, He can't returnnShe Needs Something That She Hopes He'll Saynnn