Valerie - Steve Winwood, Tom Lord-Alge

So wild, standing there

With her hands in her hair

I can’t help remember

Just where she touched me

There’s still no face

Here in our place

So cool, she was like

Jazz on a summer’s day

Music, high and sweet

Then she just blew away

Now she can’t be that warm

With the wind in her arms

Valerie, call on me

Call on me, Valerie

Come and see me

I’m the same boy I used to be

Love songs fill the night

But they don’t tell it all

Not how lovers cry

Just like they’re dying

Her cries hang there

In time somewhere

Someday some good

Wind may blow her back to me

Some night I may

Here her like she used to be

Now she can’t be that warm

With the wind in her arms

Valerie, call on me

Call on me, Valerie

Come and see me

I’m the same boy I used to be

So cool, she was like

Jazz on a summer’s day

Music, high and sweet

Then she just blew away

Now she can’t be that warm

With the wind in her arms

Valerie, call on me

Call on me, Valerie

Come and see me

I’m the same boy I used to be