Michelle Phillips - There She Goes

He wants to see her up close
And hold her tight
At the Bluebird Nightclub

But she lives out on the coast
Driven mad by the smog and work
That she loves

There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere

There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere

On a summer night, drinking beer
They swing in his hammock softly
And though she curses her career
And she knows that her lifestyle's costly

There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere

There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere

There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere

Running fast
To no one, nowhere