I Have You

Shadows make patterns in an empty white hall.
Never could stand before I fell off the wall.
I was born with a tear that's strapped on my face,
but nothing's the matter at all
'cause I have you.

The sky is unfolding the moon up above,
making my trip on the wings of a dove.
I'm a broken old scarecrow that's all wet with rain.
Voices are screaming all over again.
And I have you.
And I have you.

The lampposts are out and there's glass on the street.
The wind caught you sideways, you fall on your feet.
Your feet.
That new yellow dress and that old broken shoe.
There's cold dinner for one now a table for two.
Well, there's gum in your hair that I used to chew.
Well, there's gum in your hair that I used to chew.
Now I have you.
I have you.

I have you.