There's a line on her jeans that a ball-point made |
| From a careless mistake that she can't wash away |
| And there's a heart on her sleeve from a spill of red wine |
| There's a piece of green in the blue of her eyes |
| She named it after me |
There's a stray dog she feeds that she found in the street |
| And he loves her to hold him, but he won't let her keep him |
| And he claws at the door to be let out at night |
| And she makes do without him, and she worries about him |
| She named him after me |
So if you ever decide that you have to escape |
| And travel the world, and you can't find a place |
| Well, you could wind up believing |
| That paradise is nothing more than a feeling |
| That goes on in your mind |
| So if ever find out what that is |
| There's something you could do |
'Cause if I ever hold that golden dream again |
| I want to tell you |
| I'm gonna name it after you |