Finding Her

Boz Scaggs · Boz Scaggs [1969]

Finding her there in my doorway, I bid her



Come in and sit down here beside my bare wall



Alright then for a while and even a smile



'Neath her dark eyes did slip 'cross a cheek to her lip



But try to be brief for I'm here on relief



I've but moments to stay and my time I must watch



Alright then for a moment just tell me your name



And let me look into your young proud eyes



My eyes are but your sins



My glory your wine



My visions, your footsteps



Dear boy and I fled