Rumination: Wherefore Lilly Paloma?

Because an old boyfriend pegged the nickname for me, that's why...

Song On The Radio -- Al Stewart, 1978
(Al, if you don't like me or this reference, just let me know -- I'll remove it.)

I was making my way through the wasteland,
the road into town passes through.
I was changing the radio stations,
with my mind on you.
All your friends call you Lilly Paloma,
but that's not the way that you are.
It's too much of a gentle misnomer,
for a shooting star.

But you and me baby,
I saw you there,
straight away I knew.
There's really no hiding,
I'll tell you right now what we're gonna do.
We'll go collecting the days,
putting the moments away.
You're on my mind like a song on the radio.
You're on my mind like a song on the radio.

I remember the first time I saw you,
alone in the dark with a drink.
With a candle flame burning before you,
and your thoughts closed in.
You were staring out into the distance,
not seeming to hear what I said.
Why did you put up such resistance,
like all the lights were red?

'Cuz you and me baby,
I saw you there,
straight away I knew.
There's really no hiding,
I'll tell you right now what we're gonna do.
We'll go collecting the days,
putting the moments away.
You're on my mind like a song on the radio.
You're on my mind like a song on the radio.

I don't know what it was that was painful,
but sometimes it's there in your face.
There are times when you just look disdainful,
of the human race.
Ah but then, on the wings of emotion,
we circle each other in flight.
'Til together we roll like the ocean,
in its bed at night.

'Cuz you and me baby,
I saw you there,
straight away I knew.
There's really no hiding,
I'll tell you right now what we're gonna do.
We'll go collecting the days,
putting the moments away.
You're on my mind like a song on the radio.
You're on my mind like a song on the radio.