We're listening to the Indigo Girls on the way into town yesterday.

Indigo Girls: I don't wanna talk about it/How you broke my heart
Brett: Why she don't want to talk about it?
Me: She's sad. Someone broke her heart.
Brett: Why someone broke her heart?
Me: I don't know, babe. Things like that just happen.
Silence
Brett: I think someone should say to her, "sorry I broke your heart."