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