To the lady I saw before

Fourteen she fell into a coffin
She had run into the dark
People are scared
Nothing could be worse

White boots and skirt, long thin legs, her clarinet to Bucuresti

Also the ship around the world
When Inverness tried to break her neck 

A Spanish island: she met the guy who’d disappeared in Vietnam

He might be dead or be alive
In a jail or on a plain or drinking whisky
With a cherished picture in his mind

Once she was a mother
She climbed a cliff with a man
His long blond hair hanging in the air

She was a chef and still is a girl of rock’n’roll material
She smokes and barks and fights like hell
Lives like we should
Someone who’ll never die