The Byrds

Have you seen her face?
With her eyes reflect
The colors in the sky
On one familiar place
To be swept into
Whenever she's close by
Makes me wonder why
Run by, don't turn back
Can't hide from the look in her eye
Must be the way she walks
A style made up to capture all she needs
No time to spend on this talk
If your luck runs dry
She might see you tonight
Everything inside