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lyrics

She looked to me like she loved cocaine
I could tell by the way she moved her hair away from her face
While we were listening to Mohammad’s Radio
She asked me who the artist was
I laughed and said honey this is Warren Zevon

I tried to explain that even though he’s gone
The werewolves of London cry on
In that way I’m always trying to explain things with a song

She just smiled and shook her head
In that beautiful way
That only young girls can before they reach that unexcitable age

And we continued to assume that we’d forget each others’ face
And maybe even each others’ names
But who am I to talk about it anyway?

Young girls come and young girls go
Some grow old and some get caught up in the ever-youthful mill
Some grow distant and some will never leave your side
Some want kids of their own and some will run away and hide

But I never was so satisfied

She looked to me like she wanted to escape from the pain
I could tell by her California stories
And her California gaze
She told me of her others
They sounded just like me
So slightly separated from the lover
She wanted them to be

And maybe I too thought I saw
A worthy adversary
In this war of love
The battle lines, they get so cold and blurry

But again she shook her head
And snapped me out of my daze
In that way that only young girls can before they reach that unexcitable age

And we continued to assume that we’d forget each others’ face
We’d grow old and never know each others’ childrens’ names
But who am I to talk about it anyway?

Young girls come and young girls go
Some grow old and some get caught up in the ever-youthful mill
Some will grow distant, some will never leave your side
Some want kids of their own and some will run away and hide

But I never was so satisfied

All the quick looks never added up to much
‘Cus I spent so much time worried that I’d lost my touch
But she called me baby and she laid me down in my bed
Funny how young girls go straight to your head

And she’ll remember everything that I said

Young girls come and young girls go
Some grow old and some get caught up in the ever-youthful mill
Some grow distant and some never leave your side
Some want kids of their own and some run away and hide

But never in my whole life would I be so satisfied

credits

from Closer To The Setting Sun, released June 10, 2011
Andrew Vait – acoustic & electric guitars, tambourine, vocals
Brent Rusinow – bass
Andy King – drums, shakers
Steve Norman – pedal steel guitar
Pete Stewart - harmonica, acoustic guitar

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Andrew Vait lives in Seattle, WA and writes far-reaching folk-pop songs.

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