At Night She Comes Home to Me

They want it all
They need it all
But damn it all
They have it all

So let her reach, let her race
Let her be what she has to be
Give her air, give her space
She deserves to be all she could be
When she flies, there is no one to match her
When she falls, be the net that will catch her
She can fly, it's all right
'Cause at night she comes home to me

She has looks, she has moves
And a body that sets me free
Every move simply proves
She is all that a woman should be
She's the tide who'd inspire some poet
So how come she alone doesn't know it?
Still, at home, late at night
There's a woman I make her see
What is wrong we make right
When at night she comes home to me

I dyed my hair blue for a punk group once
People said, "That's nice"
I put on some bright green eyeshadow once
Not one friend looked twice
I walk into class with a nail through my nose
People say, "How chic"
Then I say, "With a kid, you get married"
People say, "Ugh, what a freak"
What's going on here?

Let her reach, let her race
Let her be what she has to be (She's all a composer's woman ought to be)
I don't care, give her space
She deserves to be all she could be (She tells me she's pregnant but wants me to be free)
When she flies, there is no one to match her (She's making no demands)
When she falls, I'm the net that will catch her (Wants my life in my hands)
Yes, at home, late at night
There's a woman I make her see (I'm not gonna let her get away with this)
What is wrong we make right
When at night she comes home (Life is crazy)
To me (What's going on here?)