Her face is as long as a night that won't end She watches time pass like she's seen everything Her jacket is torn with brambles and thorns Worn down at the sleeve It's a little too large for her and her shoulders bend But she can care less about such things as these There's a radio on and it warms up the wind Like the hand of a friend in the breeze She sleeps on a grate behind Copley Place Where the heat is escaping from skyscraper space And she follows the news From a paper that's been used by some worker in there She clips out the notices and clips them inside Her salvation coat lying there beside her Before it gets dark She's gonna walk to the park And listen to the music for free And it's only the will to survive Only the look in her eye That gets her by Gets her by She heads across town in no particular direction Her face wears the look of a lack of expression She's long given up on her idea of perfection In this life She remembers a guy that she saw in the gutter Crying out for a sister or a brother He looked like her father She felt like his mother She wanted to be his wife She still hears the sounds of goodbye It makes her hold on to the sky And that gets her by Gets her by Gets her by Her face is as long as a night that won't end She watches time pass like she's seen everything Her jacket is torn with brambles and thorns Worn down at the sleeve Last time I saw her it was down by the river I looked in my pocket for something I could give her She sat down for a while Gave me a little smile Looked straight ahead, then at me And it's just one more reason to cry Just one more reason to try And it gets me by Gets me by Only the will to survive Only a look in the eye Gets us by Gets us by Gets us by