Well, just look at that girl With the lights comin' up in her eyes. She's got to be somebody's baby; She must be somebody's baby. - Jackson Browne

Though Adam was a friend of mine, I did not know him well.
He was alone into his distance, he was deep into his well.
I could guess what he was laughing at, but I couldn't really tell.
Now the stories told that Adam jumped, but I'm thinking that he fell.

I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through.
Looking into their eyes I see them running too.

Talk about celestial bodies,
And your angels on the wing.
She wasn't much good at stickin' around--but
That girl could sing.
She could sing...<p>In the dead of night,
She could shine a light
On some places that you've never been.
In that kind of light,
You could lose your sight
And believe there was something to win.