Her hair was glossy yellow
And her eyes were leafy green
She never wore her sweater but
She kept it very clean
I saw her on the road in Summer
As she glided on her bike
I don't mind
It's here I notice little things
Like how she tied her shoes
And kept her box of gospel
Right beside her stack of blues
If only she could help me when I'm feeling like I'll lose
I'll pull through
Talulah, Talulah
Where you are, Talulah
It slowly now turned midnight
On July the 29th
I took her to a place where light
Beamed purely from her eyes
I dream of how I'd tell her
And she'd hopefully reply
That's the prize
Talulah, Talulah
Oh how do you
Look straight through her
Oh Talulah
I see your skin, held up by strings
Embrace all of the little things
And I can't seem to get it off my mind
I've taken all my chances
And she's left for Haverhill
Embedded in the moving van
She's gone against her will
Oh if I only I'd have told her how her voice could give me chills
Even still
Talulah, Talulah
Oh, how are you?
You've found her
Talulah, Talulah