The Girl in the Park

By Bruce Clifford

She was not there to save me,
Still, she saved me and saved me and saved me again and again.
Somehow, she got through to me.
She saved me, saved me, and saved me over again.

The girl in the park.
We would stay outside for hours until it began to turn dark.
Why did she leave me?
Where did she go?
I just have to know.
Eskimos nose to nose.

Now I have lost my way.
I have found myself circling diamonds like a fist full of hand grenades.
Found luxury in a lifetime of the only memories I could have saved.
Remembering how hollow and empty that park felt after she went away.
She went away.

Who was the girl in the park?
We would carry on for hours until it was turning dark.
Now I am planting flowers in an ocean of lost souls and broken hearts.
Whatever happened to the girl in the park?

What happened with the girl in the park?
With all we shared together, I thought we knew who we are.
Now I am lost in sadness and confusion as every cell inside has fallen apart.
Whatever happened to the girl in the park?

Why did she leave me?
Where did she go?
I just have to know.
I miss her more than the diamonds from within my soul.

Now they ask me for her name.
It is not up to me to say
She still talks to me in my dreams.
She protects me from my extremes.

If she could have told me why.
Feeling as if I am dying inside.
If she could have told me why.
I thought I was stronger.

I am unable to let go of all the unanswered reasons.
I have fallen below the earth and its ever-changing seasons.
She made me feel as if I was once truly alive.
She is the only antidote when I am dying inside.

I thought the girl in the park understood me
I know we used to see eye to eye.
Everything else around me was gloomy and cloudy.
When we were together, there were only sunny skies.

What changed inside her?
What changed inside her?

I am a lot more fragile than I thought I could believe.
I am a lot more detached from whom I want to be.
When we spent our time together I felt centered and in the right place.
Leaving me with no answers has left me lost, lonely and replaced.

I have painted reflections in the sky of our afternoons in the park
I have gathered recollections in her eyes before life grew cold and dark.
Now I save them in my thoughts and they stay with me when I am in despair.
I know for her I will always care.

Always care when I sleep at night.
Always care when nothing seems to go right.
Always care as my state of mind.
Always care for the rest of my time.

Does she still go back to the park or think of me?
Does she have any answers or know what she wanted me to believe?
When we had time together, it never felt like it was out of thin air.
I wonder if for me she ever cared.

Always care when she sleeps at night
Always care as she wanders through life.
Always care if she thinks of me.
Always care if she remembers how we used to be.

Now I am planting flowers in a park.
Tears flow from my eyes as the sky grows cold and dark.
The emptiness is real after everything that we shared.
I know I cannot forget, and I will always care.

Always care when I sleep at night.
Always care when nothing seems to go right.
Always care as my state of mind.
Always care for the rest of my time.

The Girl in the Park,
I will not tell you her name.
It is not something I could say.
I went to the park when it started to rain.
Like the diamonds from within my soul.
I miss her more than she could ever know.
More than she could ever know.

©6/25/1983 Bruce Clifford (Avatar Music)