All for a Woman All of these grateful looks, all these grateful eyes, All the furious stares and the fretful sighs, Promising everything to everyone, “We'll be back soon, you're my favorite one.” And I'll keep it quiet, I'll hold you dear, The whispering fills the ear, Tell me you'll stay, we would have such fun, And the lie you don't need anyone. And the screams, the wails, and the calls, The headiness of the fall. Ten thousand miles from where we began, I fell asleep with a picture in hand. It was all for a woman.
You say that you're grateful for the time alone, Two years away, no, I don't miss home, And everyone asks you if you still think of her, So you smile politely and you demure. But then all at once your head starts to swim,
And you can feel her breath on your skin, You find that you stare at the same spot for days, She's above you, below you in waves. And you're shivering cold, like you're just ten years old, She's lying asleep in your bed, And you're standing beside her, the light from inside her, Filling up the darkness in your head. It was all for a woman.
And you've drowned in the teasing. You've forgotten the reason, the muse inspired the art, You'd give anything for her to say them once more, The words you believed at the start. Ten thousand miles from where it began, Falling asleep with her picture in hand. And it was all, was all for the look in her eyes. For the promise and the lie of a woman.