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