The Girl Running

(One, two, three!)

Well I see the girl running
With no shoes on her feet
Jumping shade to shadow
In this deafening heat

And I hear the trains coming
And the drunk man singing on the street
And the fan on the ceiling, reeling
Me in to sleep

And I dream silent movies
Black and white memories I suppose
They're the same old stories
But wearing in different clothes

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

So where's the girl running
With no shoes on her feet
Cause there's no shade nor shadow
In this deafening heat