You never knew what I loved in you, I don't know what you loved in me. Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be. - Jackson Browne

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.

Between the darkness on the street
And the houses filling up with light.
Between the stillness in my heart
And the roar of the approaching night.
Somebody's calling after somebody,
Somebody turns the corner out of sight,
Looking for somebody
Somewhere in the night.<p>Tender is the night.
When you hold your baby tight,
Tender are the motions, tender is the night.

The daughter of a captain on the rolling seas,
She would stare across the water from the trees.
Last time he was home he held her on his knees
And said the next time they would sail away just where they pleased.