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


In the coolness of the morning 

sparing moments here in magical tide 

I would meet you without question 

to share a starry gaze a look through the sky 

from the start 

there was this kind of glow 

the start when it’s right 

you’ll know, 

fascinating love’s a secret 

an ancient riddle with no reason or rhyme 

unpredictable the muses they play 

never knowing whether teaisng or shy.