He wants to see her up close
And hold her tight
At the Bluebird Nightclub
But she lives out on the coast
Driven mad by the smog and work
That she loves
There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere
There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere
On a summer night, drinking beer
They swing in his hammock softly
And though she curses her career
And she knows that her lifestyle's costly
There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere
There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere
There she goes
Running out with a fresh gardenia in her hair
Running fast
To no one, nowhere
Running fast
To no one, nowhere