Black Haired Girl

Dave Alvin



(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'



ÔÇ˙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.