She was a friend to me when I needed one
But she couldn't have been any kinder
And be back in flight back into the night
And your angels on the wing
And thinking in terms of the blame
Publisher: SWALLOW TURN MUSIC
She wasn't much good a saying goodbye
And believe there was something to win
But that girl was sane
Hanging onto the laughter that each of us hid our unhappiness in
She could of turned out to be almost anyone
She gave me back something that was missing in me
You could hold her tight with all your might
But that girl could sing, she could sing
Running in circles behind her
Reaching into the heart of the darkness for the tenderness within
Running into the midnight with her clothes whipping in the wind
But she'd slip through your arms like the wind
In that kind of light you could lose your sight
She wasn't much good at stickin' around
Stumblin' into the lights of the city and then back in the shadows again
Talk about celestial bodies
In the dead of night she could shine a light
Wasn't for her I don't know what I'd done
The shorter my vision became
The longer I thought I could find her
If she'd come back and tried to explain
Of who I wanted her to be
Where you might never see her again
On some places that you've never been
Almost anyone with the possible exception
Songwriter: Jackson Browne