and this one's for youi want someone - not just anyone -but every time i fall for you,my knuckles clench to white.my heartstrings are tangled in youand i worry;but there ain't no use sitting and frettingif you don't even know it.i've got nothing worth giving;no potions or magic carpet,no gold, no money, no nerve.no brave new world orpromised land.my gift is my song, sang Elton John,and this one's for you:i'm like the wind, like i'm immortal,when i can catch a sideways glanceof your brilliant diamond smile,rare as it may be.but when you're in your silent-treatmentheartbreak moods and feeling down,i'm clipped at the knees,an