For You
Princess cards she sends me with her regardsBarroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hardWounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undauntedTo her Cheshire smile, I'll stand on file, she's all I ever wantedBut you let your blue walls get in the way of these factsHoney, get your carpetbaggers off my backYou wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracksYou said, "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks"But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see that too
[CHORUS]I came for you, for you, I came for youBut you did not need my urgencyI came for you, for you, I came for youBut your life was one long emergencyAnd your cloud line urges meAnd my electric surges free
Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weakReveal yourself all now to me, girl, while you've got the strength to speak'Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masksBut I could give it all to you now, if only you could askAnd don't call for your surgeon, even he says it's too lateIt's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fateDon't give me my money, honey, I don't want it backYou and your pony face and your Union JackWell, take your local joker and teach him how to actI swear I was never that way, even when I really crackedDidn't you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotiveAble to leap tall buildings in a single bound?And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motiveYou could laugh and cry in a single sound
And your strength is devastating in the face of all these oddsRemember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god?
You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beachRemember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reachAnd the band, they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheekThat ragged, jagged melody, she still clings to me like a leechBut that medal you wore on your chest always got in the wayLike a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her wayWe were both hitchhikers but you had your ear tuned to the roarOf some metal-tempered engine on an alien, distant shoreSo you left to find a better reason than the one we were living forAnd it's not that nursery mouth that I came back forIt's not the way you're stretched out on the floor'Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doorsAnd who am I to ask you to lick my sores?And you should know that's true