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