Song For You

 

Told everyone I was headin' "home,"

but it's just a "house," 'cause I'm alone,

it gets so quiet, there's no sound,

reminding me there's no one around,

I'd really like to talk to you,

and I wish I wrote this song for you...

 

Last time I had you on my floor,

I took your picture by the bedroom door,

I used every picture on the roll,

do you believe pictures catch the soul?

Primitive people think that's true,

and I wish I wrote this song for you...

 

The pictures came back in color,

while the mem'ry grows black and white,

a collection of shady lines,

playin' tricks in the light...

 

You like to paint when you have time,

so you can put down what's on your mind,

you're makin' the empty canvass whole,

do you believe pictures catch the soul?
I wonder if your brush strokes blue,

and I wish I wrote this song for you...

and I wish I wrote this song for you...