A Song For You

It's rainin' out in Soho, you're tellin' me, "Don't go"

Tucked outside a bar door, "What are we alive for?"

I could call a car, or we can walk down the avenue

I wrote a song for you

About that spot in Ireland, you got on the table when

That man played his sad songs for me and all my drunken friends

You danced there and I did too

That night, I wrote a song for you

And you remind me of some old-timey photo that I saw

In the doorway on a long day, in your black-laced bra

Started writin' when I met you, I'll be writin'

When I die, this song for you

I heard you told your daddy 'bout some boy in the city

"He's Oklahoma trash, but he's real kind with me"

Does a boy get tired of playin' those tunes

But I wrote this song for you

Deep within my lower spine, I see you drinkin' summer wine

At a venue out in Dublin, back when I said nothin'

Wish I'd said then the things I'm thinkin' now

I wrote a song for you

And all these people tellin' me I ain't what I used to be

But you've known me since I was naive and 23

I could give a shit about what these people say

I am, I wrote a song for you

And I feel like a kid again when you start askin' questions

About my mama, Oklahoma, or the way I'm sleepin'

When they took the boy you knew, sold him for profit

I had you in my arms last night, but I lost it

I heard you told your daddy about some boy in the city

"He's Oklahoma trash, but he's real kind with me"

Does a boy get tired of playin' those tunes

But I wrote this one for you

Yeah, I wrote this one for you

Maybe you'll move on, do somethin' different

Find yourself, a sober man who golfs and is Christian

But in everything I say and in everything I do

I wrote this song for you