Her Name

I remember the night
but not her name,
the people at the bar, the fruit machine,
the car I drove,
her attractive friend
the way she looked at me,
and back home she came.

And the minute someone is kind to you
you feel better, you do.

I remember the night,
the way she looked at me,
the dress she wore,
my hand on her knee.

And the moment someone is kind to you
you feel better, it’s true.