After Me

There's a line on her jeans that a ball-point made
From a careless mistake that she can't wash away
And there's a heart on her sleeve from a spill of red wine
There's a piece of green in the blue of her eyes
She named it after meThere's a stray dog she feeds that she found in the street
And he loves her to hold him, but he won't let her keep him
And he claws at the door to be let out at nightAnd she makes do without him
And she worries about him
She named him after meSo if you ever decide that you have to escape
And travel the world and you can't find a place
Well, you could wind up believing
That paradise is nothing more than a feeling
That goes on in your mind