White Innocence - Jethro Tull

She drifted from some minor festival

Didn’t look like any sumrner of love:

Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field

She was the hand to fit my glove

Funny thing, the innocence of the lonely

Funny thing, the charm of the young

See how she moves just like two angels (in white innocence)

Yet one of them is on the run

The other’s tapping at my car window

And I’m squinting through the sun

Trying to see if she’s some child of the nineties:

Or just another dangerous fantasy of mine

Yeah.

White innocence

She was white innocence

A perfect hole was in her stocking:

It made a perfect window to her heart

I could have moved among her waterfalls:

Her misty curtains drawn apart

Did she see warm safety in my numbers

To want to hitch a ride this way?

Felt like I was taking her to market now

To be sold as the last lot of the day

Funny thing, the distance of the lonely

Funny thing, the charm of the young

White innocence

She pressed the button, lowered the window:

Let her hand trail in the slipstream of the night

A frost from nowhere seemed to lick her fingers:

I could have warmed them, but the moment wasn’t right

Obvious, she was headed nowhere special:

Yes, well it was even obvious to me

I was doing some, some watching, some waiting:

She’d been here before, most definitely

There was the promise of early bed-time

There was the promise of heaven on earth

Think I was sending out low-voltage electricity:

Played it right down for what it was worth

She turned and looked at me in white innocence

And with the clearest eyes of forever grey

She rested one small hand for a second on my knee:

I stopped the car.

She walked away

Funny thing, the wisdom of the lonely

Funny thing, the charm of the young

Away you go now

White innocence