Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackson Browne
Vocals
Bob Glaub
Bass Guitar
Russ Kunkel
Drums
David Lindley
Electric Guitar
Doug Haywood
Harmony Vocals
Rosemary Butler
Harmony Vocals
Bill Payne
Organ
Craig Doerge
Electric Piano
Rick Marotta
Tom-Toms
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackson Browne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jackson Browne
Producer
Brent Averill
Assistant Engineer
George Ybarra
Assistant Engineer
James Ledner
Assistant Engineer
Jim Nipar
Assistant Engineer
Karen Siegal
Assistant Engineer
Niko Bolas
Assistant Engineer
Serge Reyes
Assistant Engineer
Donald Miller
Assistant Producer
Rusty Conway
Assistant Producer
Greg Ladanyi
Producer
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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 missing in me
She coulda turned out to be almost anyone
Almost anyone
With the possible exception
Of who I wanted her to be
Running into the midnight
With her clothes whipping in the wind
Reaching into the heart of the darkness
For the tenderness within
Stumblin' into the lights of the city
And then back in the shadows again
Hanging onto the laughter
That each of us hid our unhappiness in
Talk about celestial bodies
And your angels on the wing
She wasn't much good at stickin' around, but
That girl could sing
She could sing
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
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
The longer I thought I might find her
The shorter my vision became
Running 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 a saying goodbye, but
That girl could sing
Writer(s): Jackson Browne
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