a song for christmas eve

i have seen her looking at me in sultry night clubs...i have seen her the morning after...i have seen her as the prim professional...and i have seen her as the little girl behind the wheel, smiling at me, waiting out a red light...and that is my favourite image...don't you simply love girls with glasses, girls wearing corduroy, girls with smiles as wide as the winding river...i will never pretend to understand anything on this cold, whiskey stained rock...i will never pretend to understand any one of its inhabitants...i hardly know myself...i am mystified by the sounds of the closing bars...i am gazing in wonder at the skyline...twinkling out like the stars in the sky...do you remember what it was like on the empty island...far from rationality's embrace...do you remember the first sunset that made you cry...well i don't, but i do remember the first time i saw the beautiful mask of existence lifted...i remember when the fog cleared and the rainbow appeared...