She Has to Come Down - Peter Bradley Adams

A sad-eyed lady wanders alone in the crowd

With drunkards and dreamers

And lovers and dealers and clowns

Some kind of angel

With that faraway look in her eyes

No sign of danger

'Cos she knows where to go get high

Strangers stare as she staggers and stumbles and falls

And her Indian hair

Covers her face as she crawls

No one can save her

When she’s flyin' so close to the ground

No one can blame her

'Cos her time is about to run out

And she has to come down

She has to come down

And she has to come down

Down, down

Her body’s broke but it’s soft

Like the light in her eyes

And her poisonous heart

Beats with the blood of a child

Nobody knows her

As she slips in and out of the dark

The night isn’t over

But she’s already drifted too far

Livin' is easy

She knows what she needs to survive

So she goes on believin'

Keepin' a faith that’s gone blind

She has to come down down down down

Down down down down