Well, her eyes, a few seeps through open wide
And that smile, my, oh my, what a sight
And her hair, that long, blonde, curly, pretty hair
Underneath the felt hat that runs down her back
Oh, I've been bad
Oh, I've been bad
For she's the little girl who sits up on the hill in the night
Talking to the stars, asking if she's doing it right
Cause she's all on her own and she's got herself a lie
Cause her mama left her and her papa's not around
And she's just trying to find her own ground
She's trying to find her own ground
Oh, yeah
And when it gets cold
She snuggles up in the northern rivers
Trying to keep warm, trying to keep out the shivers
Yeah, oh, when it gets cold
Yeah
And she says
She showers with Jack Johnson on it
Taylor was her favorite song
Cause it made him feel like
She was the only one who knew
That she belonged
No, she belonged
But she's the little girl who sits up on the hill in the night
Talking to the stars, asking if she's doing it right
Cause she's all on her own and she's got herself a lie
Cause her mama left her and her papa's not around
And she's just trying to find her own ground



Trying to find her own ground
Trying to find her own ground
When it gets cold
She snuggles up in the northern rivers
Trying to keep warm, trying to keep out the shivers
And she says
She showers with Jack Johnson on it
She showers with Jack Johnson on it
And Taylor was her favorite song
Cause it made her feel like
She belonged
No, she belonged
Hey
Yeah, I got you