That Girl Could Sing - Jackson Browne

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 at saying goodbye--but 
That girl was sane