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