She's Funny That Way - Kurt Elling

Verse:

Once she dressed in tweeds and lace, owned a Rolls-Royce car.

Now she seems quite out of place, like a fallen star.

While I worry, plan and scheme over what to do

I can’t help feeling it’s a dream: She’s just too good to be true.

New Lyric:

Whenever I’ve loved — it seems now so long ago, back in the past —

it always seemed like love was a morning star, fading fast;

drowned out be noon time in daylight’s trivial sky.

Love was a mirage that you could hold with your eye

but as you came upon it it would dry up.

Wondering, finally, whether true love would come at all,

Watching each affair pass without a lasting word except 'goodby',

taking the fall.

Counting sorrows like raindrops falling from above.

Wanting, somehow, to find a love

to share with me a shelter against the storms of living —

someone who was giving

kisses from her joy and not here fear.

I have seen before how sometimes people speak of love and think of pain.

The very thought strained

all their insides out so you could see fear was like a nail holding them to their past,

keeping them distant from their futures, living in sadness,

robbing every day of what could be — knowing it was madness,

I would leave them hungering for what they’d take, but couldn’t give at all.

It’s rare in life you came as close to losing all your skin.

But now I’ve fallen in love and an angel’s fallen in there with me (in love).

She checked her wing in at the door.

Now, raindrops are diamonds falling out of Jennifer’s pockets

and every kiss is July 4 rockets.

What was I thinking of?

Angels never fall in love

with men like me.

But still, every morning I awake to find my angel’s still asleep —

right there in my arms — and life is complete.

When she wakes, she smiles and whispers that she’s crazy living over me.

What am I to do but to thank the other angels above?

She’s stuck with me.

I’ll never let her go now.

With Jennifer I dig love

and she can dig it, too.

She’s funny that way.