What Matters I thought I knew the girl so well If she was sad I couldn't tell I missed the point, I missed the signs So if she's gone the fault is mine I know, I know a whole lot of little things And even though I confess them one by one She would still be gone Her eyes are blue, her hair is long In '64 she was born in Baton Rouge Her favorite song is "In My #life" I memorized her every move I knew her books, her car, her cloths But I paid no attention to what mattered most I never asked, she never said And when she cried I turned my head She dreamed her dreams behind closed doors That made them easy to ignore And I know, I know I missed the forest for the trees And all I have to show oh when she walked out the door The cold facts and nothing more Her eyes are blue, her hair is long In '64 she was born in Baton Rouge Her favorite song is "In My #life" I memorized her every move I knew her books, her car, her cloths But I paid no attention to what mattered most Her eyes are blue, her hair is long In 64 she was born in Baton Rouge Her father's tall, her mother's gone She moved out west when she was two The way she laughed, the way she loved Oh my God what did I do