Twenty four years ago today I married my best friend. Not to be crude (OK, to be crude), as John Lennon said of Yoko Ono, “It’s just handy to fuck your best friend.” For 34 years now (including the decade we were together before we got married), this handy relationship has been the foundation of my life. And all that time I’ve been a songwriter (talk about a long-suffering wife!) but not the type who writes love songs. Maybe because I didn’t feel the need to sing about it.But lately I’ve found love creeping into my lyrics more and more. Maybe after all these years I do need to sing about it. I wrote this song last year. For the love of you.
My heart’s worn outIt’s worn clean through
All for the love of you
For the love of you
With everything you do
You make the world brand new
With the love of you
It can’t come as a surprise
When you look into my eyes
And see the love of you
With everything you do
You make the world brand new
With the love of you
And sometimes, baby, when the world’s gone mad
The only thing that I have
Is the love of you
With everything you do
You make the world brand new
With the love of you