She Knows Her Way

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 girls trouble, yes, you tell me my girls 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, but 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

Sings to a branch that she passes on her way

Dances for a little sleepy pleased stray

Talks to a crow she’s named a 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

Bass is low, she sings a Ms. Bardot 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 heading, Ms.?”

“76 Franklin, see that’s where my baby lives”

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

Sits 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