This Girl

There was this girl, slept on my floor
Diana was her name, she said "I'm cold and very tired"
I showed her in, and she sat down
Her face was pale and drawn as she sat down upon the floor

Sometimes we pass each other
Sometimes we cannot tell which way we've come
And a fleeting glimpse of someone
Is sometimes all that we will ever know

She looked at me through tired eyes
I asked her where she came from
Then she said "The other side"
I didn't know that she was cold
Her shoulders they were sore through carrying her heavy load
Sometimes we pass each other

Sometimes we cannot tell which way we've come
And a fleeting glimpse of someone
Is sometimes all that we will ever know

She said "I'm glad you took me in
There was no other place for me tonight to lay me down"
When I said "Where are you from?"
"Phoenix is my home", she said
"A long, long way from town"

Sometimes we pass each other
Sometimes we cannot tell which way we've come
And a fleeting glimpse of someone
Is sometimes all that we will ever know

I said goodnight as she laid down
She said "I must get something for this cold of mine tomorrow"
I awoke, and she had gone
I wonder where she is right now
I guess I'll never know

Sometimes we pass each other
Sometimes we cannot tell which way we've come
And a fleeting glimpse of someone
Is sometimes all that we will ever know