That's Enough, Let's Get You Home.

My dream girl, those eyes, that nose

My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone

Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts

Haunt my bedroom at night and say "Let's get you home"

They say "Grow up, be a man, 'cause until then

You're nothing but a short-haired girl"

But come and Braille-palm-read and hold my hand

See my reason and "Goodbye cruel world"

And oh my God, what's wrong with me?

And the wife of Walter Keane, whose name right now's escaping me

That's right, Margaret

Dream girl, come, and sweep me off my knees

I'd rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me

Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold

To incubate the shadows you can't stitch back to your soles

And you seemed fine just a few days ago

But CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home

Well now you swear in your prayers telling time

"Promise I'll never have fun again

If you'd stop flying," but then you start crying "Never mind, you win"

And far too late came far too soon

And the love you never made became the things you'd never do

Oh, sweet Mary

Dream girl, come, but keep your hands off me

Go on back to bed my love, I mean,

That's where dreams are supposed to be

So come on, William, grow up, be a man

'Cause until then they're gonna treat you

Like you're just a little girl

But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands and you'll see that

It's me who cries mercy while your fingers curl

And, oh, are you at all like me?

Do you know what I mean?

Or am I too close to see?

Someone, anyone?

Of the two things we do on our knees

Watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles

Well, here is the church, here is the steeple

Open the doors, see all the people

Alright, that's enough, let's get you home