Linda Paloma - Jackson Browne

And you heard the guitar player starting to sing

You were filled with the beauty that ran

Through what you were imagining

Dreaming of scenes from those songs of love

I was the endless sky

And you were my Mexican dove

Now the music that played in your ears

Grows a little bit fainter each day

And you find yourself looking through tears

At the love you feel slipping away

Though it’s not the kind

Of love you might hope to find

If tears could release the heart

From the shadows preferred by the mind

Like a wind that comes up in the night

Caressing your face while you sleep

Love will fill your eyes with the sight

Of a world you can’t hope to keep

Dreaming on after that moment’s gone

The light in your lover’s eyes

Disappears with the light of the dawn

But the morning brings

Strength to your restless wings

And some other lover sings

To the sun’s bright corona

I know all about these things

Linda Paloma

Fly away

Linda Paloma