I know a girl from the south of Maine, she’s the saddest clown in the show
She’s got eyes the color of pain, and has since long ago
She’s got a smile that threatens rain, but she’s cool like a midnight snow
She knows if she stays what she stands to gain, but maybe she would rather go
‘Cause she gets tired of the urban blur, the noise and the neon glare
She likes neighbors who are covered with fur, who live in the open air
She listens close when you talk to her, she shares when it’s her turn to share
There’s not much of which she’s sure, but I hope she’s getting there
She’s met trouble face-to-face like I’ve only read about
She has carried with remarkable grace the heavier kinds of doubt
And sometimes she stares off in space like she’s working something out
It’s like she’s gone to another place with someone she’s without
A group of young comedians walks north on Avenue A
Stumbling through the artisans, the children out at play
Shouting out “remember when”s on a happy Saturday
And then the memory flood begins, and I am washed away
And New York City becomes a county fair, all lights and toothless men
And we are the late October air and I’m fifteen again
And this is a giant purple bear that I will never win
Now I am here but I am also there, I might have always been
Always there by the ferris wheel, by the games and the funnel cake
Always burning with a teenage zeal, always looking for a reason to ache
Looking for a girl from school and we’ll drink soda ‘til our eyeballs shake
That was the realest I could feel, that was the most I could be awake
Oh, I met a girl in the wristband line; she was looking for a friend to greet
I met a girl with a protest sign on a frozen midtown street
I met a girl and she’s doing fine; she’s stronger than her worst defeat
I met a girl and the storyline will never be complete
She’s got eyes the color of pain, and has since long ago
She’s got a smile that threatens rain, but she’s cool like a midnight snow
She knows if she stays what she stands to gain, but maybe she would rather go
‘Cause she gets tired of the urban blur, the noise and the neon glare
She likes neighbors who are covered with fur, who live in the open air
She listens close when you talk to her, she shares when it’s her turn to share
There’s not much of which she’s sure, but I hope she’s getting there
She’s met trouble face-to-face like I’ve only read about
She has carried with remarkable grace the heavier kinds of doubt
And sometimes she stares off in space like she’s working something out
It’s like she’s gone to another place with someone she’s without
A group of young comedians walks north on Avenue A
Stumbling through the artisans, the children out at play
Shouting out “remember when”s on a happy Saturday
And then the memory flood begins, and I am washed away
And New York City becomes a county fair, all lights and toothless men
And we are the late October air and I’m fifteen again
And this is a giant purple bear that I will never win
Now I am here but I am also there, I might have always been
Always there by the ferris wheel, by the games and the funnel cake
Always burning with a teenage zeal, always looking for a reason to ache
Looking for a girl from school and we’ll drink soda ‘til our eyeballs shake
That was the realest I could feel, that was the most I could be awake
Oh, I met a girl in the wristband line; she was looking for a friend to greet
I met a girl with a protest sign on a frozen midtown street
I met a girl and she’s doing fine; she’s stronger than her worst defeat
I met a girl and the storyline will never be complete
( TJ Washburn )
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