She tried to hide it, but she just couldn't keep it
Hands in pockets, chin down counter-bold
She wore a scarf and a petticoat, as if it were cold
Straight skinny jeans and worn canvas shoes
A guitar over shoulder for singing the blues
She's the girl who sits quietly in the back of her classes
She look up through bangs and black thick-rimmed glasses
And as she walked by, in chance our eyes met
I saw a deepness of blue I could never forget
Alas my strides carried me quickly away
But I'll remember the secret I crossed paths with that day.
