Interpret:

David Crosby

Album:

Croz

She grinds her hips 
Maybe arches her back 
There’s nobody there to see when she is doing that 
The guy’s not there 
He just doesn’t exist
She’s looking at empty space when she is doing this 
She might walk home
She’s kind of tired 
Or spend some of the money on a cab she’s hired 


Below a bus groans by 
And splashes a man 
Who swears out a drunkard’s curse on the whole damned world 
She smiles at that 
And then starts to cry 
She scrubs at a spot on her leg and then lets it dry


Then she’s sitting on the floor 
With her head hung down 
Listening to another language on tv
Unaware . . . hair unbound 
Wondering where her mother and father might be 
If she called . . . if she called 


She dreams . . . she dreams 
Don’t we all dream
A place . . . a way 
A recurring theme


She remembers a time
When love was alive  
Somehow it get’s lost in the sound of the city’s morning drive 
Lost in the sound of the city’s roaring, morning drive