THAT GIRL COULD SING

Jackson Browne



She was a friend to me when I needed one

Wasn't for her I don't know what I'd done

She gave me back something that was missing in me

She could of turned out to be almost anyone

Almost anyone--

With the possible exception

Of who I wanted her to be

Running into the midnight

With her clothes whipping in the wind

Reaching into the heart of the darkness

For the tenderness within

Stumblin' into the lights of the city

And then back in the shadows again

Hanging onto the laughter

That each of us hid our unhappiness in

Talk about celestial bodies

And your angels on the wing

She wasn't much good at stickin' around--but

She could sing...

In the dead of night

She could shine a light

On some places that you've never been

In that kind of light

You could lose your sight

And believe there was something to win

You could hold her tight

With all your might

But she'd slip through your arms like the wind

And be back in flight

Back into the night

Where you might never see her again

The longer I thought I could find her

The shorter my vision became

Running in circles behind her

And thinking in terms of the blame

But she couldn't have been any kinder

If she'd come back and tried to explain

She wasn't much good at saying goodbye--but

That girl was sane