She's not afraidnShe just likes to use her night lightnWhen she gets paidnTrue religion gets it all if they fit rightnnShe's a little bit manic, completely organicnDoesn't panic for the most partnShe's old enough to knownAnd young enough not to say nonnTo any chance that she getsnFor home plate tickets to see the MetsnLike everybody, she's in over her headnDreads Feds, Grateful Dead, and doesn't take medsnnShe's a Gemini-CapricornnThinks all men are addicted to ****nI don't agree with her half the timenBut ****, I'm glad she's minennHer eyes, that's where hope liesnThat's where blue skies meet the sunrisenHer eyes, that's where I gonWhen I go homennShe got the kinda strengthnThat every man wishes he hadnShe loved Michael JacksonnUp until he made 'Bad'nnTells me that she lived about a hundred livesnScares me to death when she thinks and drivesnSays cowboy hats make her look fatnAnd I'm so glad she's minennHer eyes, that's where hope liesnThat's where blue skies meet the sunrisenHer eyes, that's where I gonWhen I go homennShe doesn't know the word 'Impossible'nDon't care where I've beennAnd doesn't care where we're goin' tonShe takes me as I am and that ain't easynShe's beautiful, so beautifulnnAnd sometimes I think she's truly crazynAnd I love itnnHer eyes, that's where hope liesnThat's where blue skies always meet the sunrisenHer eyes, that's where I gonWhen I go homennHer eyes, that's where hope liesnThat's where blue skies always meet the sunrisenHer eyes, that's where I gonWhen I go homennShe's not afraidnShe just likes to use her night light