She only heads out when it's late and dark
No need to worry - she's smooth, she's smart
I'll see her later 'cause we can't be apart
You tell me my girl's trouble
Yes, you tell me my girl's trouble
'Cause she falls, gets back up
Stumbles round, spins around
Then just falls, gets back up
Stumbles round, spins around
She melts into the night in her own rude way
Blown into the party like a warm hurricane, she says
"It's nice to be
Drunk from love"
She knows she's floating, she can't never get enough
Sings your name
Her word is art
Her chest's a window, so you can always see her heart
Her chest's a window, so you can always see her heart
Wayfaring drunkard dancing home, well she departs
But she knows her way back home
Yes, she knows her way back home
Sings to a branch that she pa**es on her way
Dance's for a little sleepy pleased stray
Talks to a crow she named "Mr. Blue Jay"
I'll tell you my girl's wonders
Yes, I'll tell you my girl's wonders
She's walking staring upward, staring upward
Singing something, kinda feeling like a devil
On her way up to the heavens, she likes
Long, drawn, French songs
Stops to sit
The sidewalk
Ba** is low, she sings a Bardot's song
Space is high, she yawns and rubs her eyes
Then she calls me on her tele
Just to tell me 'bout a spider she finds pretty
A red polka-dotted spider
Police drive by and see her talking to the stars
Police have her put her hands on the car
"Where are you going, Miss?"
Seventy six Franklin, that's where my baby lives
Yeah, she knows her way back home
Yes, she knows her way back home
She knows her way back home
Yes, she knows her way back home
Here I sit
My porch stairs
I breathe and squint, my cat sits by me
Way down the street I see my girl
She floats, yes and dances slowly to me
Sit on me, hugging, both quiet in the dark
Whispering, 'cause it's a direct line to the heart
There is no distance that is keeping us apart
You tell me my girl's trouble
But you just don't know her wonders
And the waiting, whoa-oh
Yes, the love of waiting, whoa-oh
Yes, the love of waiting, whoa-oh
Yes, my love of waiting
For her