"...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..."
--That Girl Could Sing (Jackson Browne)
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..."
--That Girl Could Sing (Jackson Browne)