Tucson, Arizona (Gazette) – Dan Fogelberg – letras

Tucson, ArizonaRising in the heat like amirageTony keeps his ChevyLike a virgin locked inhis garageHe brings it out at midnightAnd cruises down theempty boulevardsAnd he prowls thedarkened alleysThat snake between the city’sthirsty yardsThe lonely desert skies reflectthe anger in his eyesAnd it is dawn.His father died of drinkingAnd left five children sinkingWith his momHis older brother BobbyNever made it back from Viet NamWith high school well behind himHe lives at home and works thisshitty job.And he thinks his ’60 ChevyIs the only true amigothat he’s gotHis heart is filled with sadnessAnd his soul is like someugly vacant lot.Mary Estelle HannaCame out from Louisianafor the sunA deal gone bad in DallasLeft her burned and brokeand on the runTo make the rent and groceriesShe takes this job at$3.15 an hourServing shots of whiskeyand tequilaIn some smoky red-neck barAnd she dreams some dayshe’ll make her way to L.A.And become a movie star.Tony saw her workingHe swallowed hard and askedher for a dateMary laughed and answered »I would but every nightI’m working late »He said he had some cocaineThat she could have if she’djust ride alongShe said « What the hell,I may a wellI haven’t had no fun inso damn long »He picked her up at closing timeThey pulled out on the roadAnd they were gone.Tony’s mom got franticWhen she found her son hadnot come homeMary’s roommate panickedAnd called the sheriff froma public phoneThey asked her lots of questionsShe tried her best to tellthem what she saw.And late that nightthey found poor MaryLying in some narrow,dusty drawAnd the coroner reportedthat she hadn’t beenDeceased for very long.Two weeks on they found itBuried to the windshieldin the sandThere inside lay TonyWith a small revolver inhis handThe papers simply statedIt must have been thedrugs that drove him madThe neighbors speculatedWhat could make a good boygo so bad?Well, it might have beenthe desert heatIt might have been the