Chris Whitley

Loco Girl

Chris Whitley


I found my loco girl 
All still, no word for where she'd been 
I sense the memories on her skin 
Like broken glass had broke her in 
And I, in exile, recognize a friend 

These chains grow stronger every year 
Will she defect or disappear 
This world can hold her in sway 
Maybe she'll take me there someday 
When I find my loco girl again 
When I find my loco girl again 
When I find my loco girl again