Lyrics

Who is that girl in the yellow room
With her diary and her Jovan perfume
Writing poetry and watching the moon
Who is that girl
Who is that girl
Who is that girl waiting to bloom

Who is that girl in the Union café
Studying lines by Plath and Millay
Reading her books, a big test today
Who is that girl
Who is that girl
Who is that girl making the grade

She’s a little bit fragile, a little bit free
A little bit anxious, a little in need
Who is that girl with her heart on her sleeve
Can’t say for sure, but she looks like me

Who is that girl drunk on the lawn
A crowd in the kitchen, vodka’s all gone
She is out in the cold with no jacket on
Who is that girl
Who is that girl
Who is that girl crying alone

Who is that girl in a dress made of lace
Bouquet of roses held at her waist
A kiss for luck on a promise made in haste
Who is that girl
Who is that girl
Who is that girl losing her place

Who is that girl on the big city street
In a red power suit, pumps on her feet
Making her way through cars and concrete
Who is that girl
Who is that girl
Who is that girl trying to leave

Who is that girl at the canyon rim
Holding a backpack, wearing a grin
She smiles for the camera in the sun and the wind
Who is that girl
Who is that girl
Who is that girl starting again

We are always changing, waxing, waning
Fading fast like the dawn
Every time you turn around you find
Another year’s come and gone
You set your sights on Xanadu
But soon you’re lost in Babylon
There are crazy turns
In this road we’re on

Who is that girl with a babe on her knee
In a house by the river
On a street named for trees
Every night she sings him to sleep
She’s got someone to hold her
She looks a little older
Still I think I know her . . .
That girl is me