I could feel at the time

There was no way of knowing

Fallen leaves in the night 

Who can say where they're blowing 

As free as the wind 

And hopefully learning 

Why the sea on the tide

Has no way of turning 



More than this - there is nothing 

More than this - tell me one thing

More than this - there is nothing



It was fun for a while 

There was no way of knowing

Like a dream in the night 

Who can say where we're going 

No care in the world 

Maybe I'm learning 

Why the sea on the tide 

Has no way of turning 



More than this - there is nothing

More than this - tell me one thing 

More than this - there is nothing  



In the quiet morning 

There was much despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

Tossed by the tides of misfortune 

Barely here to tell her tale 

Rolled in on a sea of disaster 

Rolled out on a mainline rail 



She once walked tight at my side 

I'm sure she walked by you 

Her striding steps could not deny 

Torment from a child who knew 



That in the quiet morning 

There would be despair 

And in the hours that followed 

No one could repair 



That poor girl 

She cried out her song so loud 

It was heard the whole world round 

A symphony of violence 

The great southwest unbound