In the morning when I closed my eyes, You were sleeping in paradise. And while the room was growing light, I was holding still with all my might. - Jackson Browne

Looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer,
I was taken by a photograph of you.
There were one or two I know
That you would have liked a little more,
But they didn't show your spirit quite as true.
You were turning round to see who was behind you
And I took your childish laughter by surprise,
And at the moment that my camera happened to find you
There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes.

Well, I'm a standing on a corner
In Winslow, Arizona
And such a fine sight to see,
It's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford
Slowin' down to have a look at me.

Well I'm running down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load,
I've got seven women on my mind,
Four that wanna own me,
Two that wanna stone me,
One says she's a friend of mine.