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 a saying
goodbye--but
That girl was sane
(c) 1980 Swallow Turn Music / ASCAPDisk
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