If She Called
Lost Dreams and Urban Echoes: If She Called by David Crosby
Lyrics
She grinds her hips
She moves her hips in a grinding motion.
Maybe arches her back
Possibly arching her back in a suggestive manner.
There's nobody there to see when she is doing that
She performs these actions in private, away from anyone's view.
The guy's not there
The person she desires or imagines is not present.
He just doesn't exist
Emphasizing the non-existence of the desired person.
She's looking at empty space when she is doing this
She gazes into empty space while engaging in these actions.
She might walk home
She contemplates walking home, indicating weariness.
She's kind of tired
Expressing her fatigue.
Or spend some of the money on a cab she's hired
Or considering spending money on a hired cab.
Below a bus groans by
A bus passes by, creating noise and chaos.
And splashes a man
The bus splashes a man, leading to his swearing and frustration.
Who swears out a drunkard's curse on the whole damned world
The man curses the world in a drunken state.
She smiles at that
Despite the chaos, she smiles at the man's outburst.
And then starts to cry
She then begins to cry, showing a mix of emotions.
She scrubs at a spot on her leg and then lets it dry
She cleans a spot on her leg and leaves it to dry.
Then she's sitting on the floor
Now sitting on the floor, possibly feeling down.
With her head hung down
Her head is hung down, indicating sadness or reflection.
Listening to another language on TV
She listens to a foreign language on TV.
Unaware, hair unbound
Unaware, with her hair untied, suggesting a lack of concern for appearance.
Wondering where her mother and father might be
Wondering about the whereabouts of her parents.
If she called, if she called
If she were to call them.
She dreams, she dreams
She dreams, like everyone else.
Don't we all dream
Highlighting the universal nature of dreaming.
A place, a way
Dreaming of a place or a certain way of life.
A recurring theme
A recurring theme in her dreams.
She remembers a time
Recalling a time when love was vibrant.
When love was alive
Reflecting on the fading of love.
Somehow it get's lost in the sound of the city's morning drive
Lost amid the noise of the city's morning rush.
Lost in the sound of the city's roaring, morning drive
The love is drowned out by the city's roaring morning sounds.
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