Between The Lines

all her friends wear sneakers
but she wears heels
when she feels like running wild
she wears a dress with no sleeves
for the first day of spring
when it's forty degrees outside

she laughs out loud when she tickles me
and she closes her eyes like a child
she writes poems that speak
for the loners she meets
in the corners of her mind

she's crazy and she knows it
she says Life is unreal, so what's the big deal?
she's livin' between the lines, oh
she's livin' between the lines
between the lines, oh
she's livin' between the lines…

her room's all littered
with the couplets she scribbles
on matchbooks and napkins from lunch
she writes it all down
like a Revelation
in words that may only come once

she keeps time with this guy
he's so quiet and blonde
he plays drums in a rock'n'roll band
she doesn't hold tight
'cause she likes the chills
that spark from hand to hand

she's crazy and she knows it
she says Life is unreal, so what's the big deal?
she's livin' between the lines…

eyes so sad and true
so wise and crazy, too...
such a wild ride she's been through
livin' between the lines, oh
she's livin' between the lines
between the lines, oh
she's livin' between the lines
between the lines…