Not for you will I abandon this cracked stretch of road, winding past the tiny towns
every mile is a familiar love embracing me when I come around
you may think I am stuck on the back road to nowhere, wallowing in memory
but I smell the universe out here reminding me that I am me

Not for you will I move out of this cheap tiny room with the sunlight painted on the walls
it was here that I found out that I don't need a thing at all
you may think a lush metropolis is what I need to come up with a worthwhile scheme
but I'll take late nights with notebooks and movies on a twelve-inch TV

Not for me should you abandon the reaches of the tree, forking up into the sky
sometimes the one you think you want is not the one that gets you high
you may think that we'll be lost among the myriad of branchings and cling onto the trunk in fear
but the thin limbs in the canopy are where the view will become clear

I won't see the world through your eyes
I won't see my self through your eyes
I'd forgotten just how beautiful every little simple thing could be
I'm so glad I can see

not for you will I make room on the bus out of town rolling off into the night
I will keep on repeating this mistake until I get it right
you may think that companionship is what I need to survive out in the wastelands
but I see things I recognize; I was here when this began

not for you, no no, not for you
not for you, oh no, not for you