She Was Real
It was cold and it was dark,
When I stopped my Harley,
And I looked down at my road map,
I thought I had gone too far,
It was one of those Autumn nights,
Pitch black, with a mist in the air,
When you can't see anything close up,
But you know there's someone there …
So I pulled out my flashlight,
And shone it in the night,
I heard a voice calling softly,
And I caught her in the light,
She was all dressed in jeans and leathers,
She looked lost and afraid,
And she whispered, “can you help me,
I must have lost my way?”
She was real, my heart did a somersault,
She was real, she came near,
I said, “Hey, you gave me quite a turn,
Just what the hell are you doing out here?”
She was real, she said, “I don't remember”
She was real, she looked at me,
So I said, “Where do you want to go?”
She said, “I live by the sea”,
She was real, I swear she was real …
Well I ain't no Greek statue,
But she was something to be seen,
She had this long dark hair, eyes like a cat,
She was no more than nineteen,
And you see I didn't think it right to ask,
Just why she was all alone, I just took it to be
Boyfriend trouble, so I said, “I'll take you home”.
She was real, she gave me her address,
Or else I wouldn't be here,
She was re she climbed up on the back of my bike,
And she showed no fear,
She was real, soft she put her arms around me,
She was real, she held on tight,
And she was real as we shouted our conversation,
As we thundered through the night, faster,
She was real, I swear she was real …
It was raining, and the mist was coming in,
She looked at me, she said, “Hey, I want to get home fast”,
I told her I'd do my best,
