BLACK HAIRED GIRL Dave Alvin (Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI) There's a black-haired girl Sittin' behind the bullet-proof glass And she takes my money Before I go and pump some gas As the cold rain falls on the parking lot The strip malls and housing tracts I smile at her But she don't smile back. Well the black-haired girl Is starin' at the gossip magazine And all the glossy pictures Of today's kings and queens But it's nearly three a.m. And the whole world is dead, except for her and me And the sound of the rain And the smell of gasoline. Well that black-haired girl Looks like a woman I used to know Back in some other world, several lifetimes ago Yeah, we'd lay in her bed Drinkin' wine and makin' love And lettin' time move slow Well we lost touch somehow But that's just the way things go. Well that black-haired girl Catches me lookin' her way And I feel a little uneasy Maybe there's something I should say Should I ask her name Or just warn her about all the tricks time can play But I don't say nothin' 'Cause she's gonna find out anyway. There's a black-haired girl Sittin' beneath a flourescent light Whatever fate has in store Well I hope that she'll be alright I hope she finds real love And all her dreams come true Or at least she makes it through tonight Then I drive away as she fades out of sight.