The Girl In Jeans And Ballerina Shoes

She walks down the street in jeans and ballerina shoes
She pirouettes at every corner of the quiet boulevard
In the shade of an old oak tree she whistles the blues
An old man turns around to stares at her, but she just smile and laughs

She walks down the beach, jeans folded up and shoes in hand
She picks up seashells under the pier where no one ever goes
In the breaking waves she stops to watch the sun set over the land
A young man walks past and doesn't stop, even to glance

She walks under the moon in jeans and ballerina shoes
She looks at the stars and and wishes for a friend to hold her hand
In her thoughts she flies away to a place where no one can ever lose
A cat meows softly from behind a window pane as she walks by

She walks into the house closer to morning than night
And falls into her bed and dreams about men who sing and smile