Tucson, Arizona
Rising in the heat
Like a mirageTony keeps his Chevy
Like a virgin
Locked in his garageHe brings it out at midnight
And cruises down
The empty boulevardsAnd he prowls
The darkened alleys
That snake between
The city's thirsty yardsThe lonely desert skies
Reflect the anger in his eyes
And it is dawn
His father died of drinking
And left five children sinking
With his momHis older brother Bobby
Never made it back
From VietnamWith high school well behind him
He lives at home and
Works this shitty jobAnd he thinks his '60 Chevy
Is the only true amigo
That he's gotHis heart is filled with sadness
And his soul is like
Some ugly vacant lotMary Estelle Hanna
Come out from Louisiana
For the sun
A deal gone bad in Dallas
Left her burned and broke
And on the runTo make the rent and groceries
She takes this job at
$3.15 an hourServing shots of whiskey
and tequila
In some smoky red-neck barAnd she dreams some day
She'll make her way to L.A.
And become a movie starTony saw her working
He swallowed hard and
Asked her for a dateMary laughed and answered
"I would but every night
I'm working late"He said he had some cocaine
That she could have
If she'd just ride alongShe said, "What the hell
I may as well
I haven't had no fun
In so damn long"He picked her up at closing time
They pulled out on the road
And they were goneTony's mom got frantic
When she found her son
Had not come homeMary's roommate panicked
And called the sheriff
From a public phoneThey asked her lots of questions
She tried her best to tell
Them what she sawAnd late that night
They found poor Mary
Lying in some narrow, dusty drawAnd the coroner reported
That she hadn't been
Deceased for very longTwo weeks on they found it
Buried to the windshield
In the sandThere inside lay Tony
With a small revolver
In his handThe papers simply stated
It must have been the
Drugs that drove him madThe neighbors speculated
What could make a good boy
Go so bad?Well, it might have been
The desert heat
It might have been the
Home he never had
