There She Goes - Michelle Phillips

He wants to see her up close

And hold her tight

At the Bluebird Nightclub

But she lives out on the coast

Driven mad by the smog and work

That she loves

There she goes

Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair

Running fast

To no one, nowhere

There she goes

Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair

Running fast

To no one, nowhere

On a summer night, drinking beer

They swing in his hammock softly

And though she curses her career

And she knows that her lifestyle’s costly

There she goes

Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair

Running fast

To no one, nowhere

There she goes

Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair

Running fast

To no one, nowhere

There she goes

Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair

Running fast

To no one, nowhere

Running fast

To no one, nowhere