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 me
There's a stray dog she feeds that she found in the street
So 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
So if ever find out what that is
There's something you could do