I took photos along the journey, a photo of a girl on the bus,
But the film wasn't wound on, the camera was broke so all of the pictures were lost.
There was a photo of her face, she looked about 23,
A photo of her grey flannel dress that was cut just below her knee.
The weight of the stars made the night fall down,
Her hair made the whole town swoon,
My heart was led by her pale skinny legs to the mattress in her room.
No matter what my friends say there's no rhyme or reason,
I know I did something wrong.
Oh she had the wit, she had the knack,
The night didn't seem too long.
The freckles upon her back, the grey hairs amongst the black,
The quiver in her lips when she spoke far too quick,
The lines upon her hands.
The weight of the stars made the night fall down,
Her hair made the whole town swoon,
My heart was led by her pale skinny legs to the mattress in her room.
No matter what my friends say there's no rhyme or reason,
I know I did something wrong.
Oh she had the wit, she had the knack,
The night didn't seem too long.
The weight of the stars made the night fall down,
Her hair made the whole town swoon,
My heart was led by her pale skinny legs to the mattress in her room.
No matter what my friends say there's no rhyme or reason,
I know I did something wrong.
Oh she had the wit, she had the knack,
The night didn't seem too long.
