That Girl Was Me
I wrote this song before I decided to write songs, on a business trip to Philadelphia. This encounter happened in the PHL Airport Marriott, and I immediately went up to my room and wrote about 20 verses before I even knew what I was doing.
The hotel store’s harsh bright lights stung my sleepy eyes
A rumpled refugee from a late night flight
I grabbed a drink and I gave a ten
To the girl behind the desk
Going through the motions late at night
She was out of change so I dug down deep to see what I could find
A guitar pick, a penny, and a worn down dime
When she saw that pick she smiled and asked
If I played guitar, said she’s a
Singer and wants a moment of my time
And I saw a glowing ember, her passion burning to be free
And faintly I remembered when once that girl was me
She said “I want my own guitar,” and asked for my advice
As we talked, I heard her dreams fill up that store
Her sudden bloom so lit that room
That it touched me deep inside
A feeling I’d known but lost years before...so many years before
And I saw a glowing ember, her passion burning to be free
And now, I could remember when once that girl was me
I know I’ve been lucky
Made choices I’d make again
But, I’d be lyin’ to say I wasn’t jealous
To think those dreams don’t have to end
And I saw a glowing ember, her passion burning to be free
And I can sure remember when once that girl was me
Yeah, once that girl was me