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 a saying goodbye--but
    That girl was sane

    (c) 1980 Swallow Turn Music / ASCAPDisk

    Marco Giunco
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