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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
Vocals
Bob Glaub
Bob Glaub
Bass Guitar
Russ Kunkel
Russ Kunkel
Drums
David Lindley
David Lindley
Electric Guitar
Doug Haywood
Doug Haywood
Harmony Vocals
Rosemary Butler
Rosemary Butler
Harmony Vocals
Bill Payne
Bill Payne
Organ
Craig Doerge
Craig Doerge
Electric Piano
Rick Marotta
Rick Marotta
Tom-Toms
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jackson Browne
Jackson Browne
Producer
Brent Averill
Brent Averill
Assistant Engineer
George Ybarra
George Ybarra
Assistant Engineer
James Ledner
James Ledner
Assistant Engineer
Jim Nipar
Jim Nipar
Assistant Engineer
Karen Siegal
Karen Siegal
Assistant Engineer
Niko Bolas
Niko Bolas
Assistant Engineer
Serge Reyes
Serge Reyes
Assistant Engineer
Donald Miller
Donald Miller
Assistant Producer
Rusty Conway
Rusty Conway
Assistant Producer
Greg Ladanyi
Greg Ladanyi
Producer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She was a friend to me when I needed one
Wasn't for her, I don't know what I'd done
She gave me back something that was missin' in me
She could have turned out to be almost anyone
Almost anyone with the possible exception
Of who I wanted her to be
[Verse 2]
Runnin' into the midnight with her clothes flippin' in the wind
Reachin' into the heart of the darkness for the tenderness within
Stumblin' into the lights of the city and then back in the shadows again
Hangin' onto the laughter that each of us hid our unhappiness in
[Verse 3]
Talk abut celestial bodies and your angels on the wing
She wasn't much good at stickin' around, but that girl could sing
She could sing
[Verse 4]
In the dead of night, she could shine a light
On some places that you've never been
In that kind of light, you could lose your sight
And believe there was something to win
[Verse 5]
You could hold her tight with all your might
But she'd slip through your arms like the wind
And be back in flight, back into the night
Where you might never see her again
[Verse 6]
The longer I thought I might find her, the shorter my vision became
Runnin' in circles behind her and thinking in terms of the blame
But she couldn't have been any kinder if she'd come back and tried to explain
She wasn't much good at sayin' goodbye, but that girl could sing
Written by: Jackson Browne
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