Dave Alvin
(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI)
Thereâs a black-haired girl
Sittinâ 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 donât smile back.
Well the black-haired girl
Is starinâ at the gossip magazine
And all the glossy pictures
Of todayâs kings and queens
But itâs 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, weâd lay in her bed
Drinkinâ wine and makinâ love
And lettinâ time move slow
Well we lost touch somehow
But thatâs just the way things go.
Well that black-haired girl
Catches me lookinâ her way
And I feel a little uneasy
Maybe thereâs something I should say
Should I ask her name
Or just warn her about all the tricks time can play
But I donât say nothinâ
âCause sheâs gonna find out anyway.
Thereâs a black-haired girl
Sittinâ beneath a flourescent light
Whatever fate has in store
Well I hope that sheâll 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.
