Music Service


Lyrics by: Jackson Browne
# Debut Chart
22 Sep '80 Hot 100


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

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Stumbling 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 sticking around But that girl could sing She could sing In the dead of night, night She could shine a light, light On some places that you've never been In that kind of light, light You could lose your sight, sight And believe there was something to win You could hold her tight, tight With all your might, might But she'd slip through Your arms like the wind And be back in flight, flight Back into the night, 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


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