Dave Alvin
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(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI)
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There’s a black-haired girl
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Sittin’ behind the bullet-proof glass
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And she takes my money
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Before I go and pump some gas
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As the cold rain falls on the parking lot
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The strip malls and housing tracts
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I smile at her
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But she don’t smile back.
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Well the black-haired girl
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Is starin’ at the gossip magazine
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And all the glossy pictures
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Of today’s kings and queens
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But it’s nearly three a.m.
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And the whole world is dead, except for her and me
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And the sound of the rain
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And the smell of gasoline.
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Well that black-haired girl
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Looks like a woman I used to know
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Back in some other world, several lifetimes ago
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Yeah, we’d lay in her bed
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Drinkin’ wine and makin’ love
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And lettin’ time move slow
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Well we lost touch somehow
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But that’s just the way things go.
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Well that black-haired girl
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Catches me lookin’ her way
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And I feel a little uneasy
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Maybe there’s something I should say
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Should I ask her name
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Or just warn her about all the tricks time can play
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But I don’t say nothin’
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‘Cause she’s gonna find out anyway.
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There’s a black-haired girl
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Sittin’ beneath a flourescent light
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Whatever fate has in store
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Well I hope that she’ll be alright
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I hope she finds real love
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And all her dreams come true
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Or at least she makes it through tonight
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Then I drive away as she fades out of sight.
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Black Haired Girl
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| Dave Alvin |
