Five Room Love Story Cowboy Junkies

I met her in a church on a Sunday evening
Not late on Saturday night
She sang Ave Maria
A little flat and out of time
But that's what drew me to her
So that's alright
As she placed a nickle in the basket
That I held before her
I asked her to be my wife

And there's one cardboard heart
For every time you said "I love you"
A painted star for every secret that we shared
A dried lima bean and small plastic birds
Because you cared

I hear their talk and I watch them swap
Their old black and whites
Bitter and beaten
They talk of life's cheatin'
Like old boxers comparing scars

All I remember is a smile at the top of every working morning
And a shoulder always willing and able
And all those nights that we'd spend just sitting
And talking around our kitchen table