(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI)



There's a black-haired girl

Sittin' behind the bullet-proof glass

And she takes my money

Before I go and pump some gas

As the cold rain falls on the parking lot

The strip malls and housing tracts

I smile at her

But she don't smile back.



Well the black-haired girl

Is starin' at the gossip magazine

And all the glossy pictures

Of today's kings and queens

But it's nearly three a.m.

And the whole world is dead, except for her and me

And the sound of the rain

And the smell of gasoline.



Well that black-haired girl

Looks like a woman I used to know

Back in some other world, several lifetimes ago

Yeah, we'd lay in her bed

Drinkin' wine and makin' love

And lettin' time move slow

Well we lost touch somehow

But that's just the way things go.



Well that black-haired girl

Catches me lookin' her way

And I feel a little uneasy

Maybe there's something I should say

Should I ask her name

Or just warn her about all the tricks time can play

But I don't say nothin'

‘Cause she's gonna find out anyway.



There's a black-haired girl

Sittin' beneath a flourescent light

Whatever fate has in store

Well I hope that she'll be alright

I hope she finds real love

And all her dreams come true

Or at least she makes it through tonight

Then I drive away as she fades out of sight.