Tucson, Arizona (Gazette)

Tucson, Arizona(Gazette) - Dan Fogelberg

Tucson Arizona

Rising in the heat

Like a mirage

Tony keeps his chevy

Like a virgin

Locked in his garage

He brings it out at midnight

And cruises down

The empty boulevards

And he prowls

The darkened alleys

That snake between

The city's thirsty yards

The 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 mom

His older brother bobby

Never made it back

From vietnam

With high school well behind him

He lives at home and

Works this shitty job

And he thinks his '60 chevy

Is the only true amigo

That he's got

His heart is filled with sadness

And his soul is like

Some ugly vacant lot

Mary estelle hanna

Come out from louisiana

For the sun

A deal gone bad in dallas

Left her burned and broke

And on the run

To make the rent and groceries

She takes this job at

315 an hour

Serving shots of whiskey

And tequila

In some smoky red-neck bar

And she dreams some day

She'll make her way to la

And become a movie star

Tony saw her working

He swallowed hard and

Asked her for a date

Mary laughed and answered

I would but every night

I'm working late

He said he had some c*****e

That she could have

If she'd just ride along

She 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 gone

Tony's mom got frantic

When she found her son

Had not come home

Mary's roommate panicked

And called the sheriff

From a public phone

They asked her lots of questions

She tried her best to tell

Them what she saw

And late that night

They found poor mary

Lying in some narrow dusty draw

And the coroner reported

That she hadn't been

Deceased for very long

Two weeks on they found it

Buried to the windshield

In the sand

There inside lay tony

With a small revolver

In his hand

The papers simply stated

It must have been the

Drugs that drove him mad

The 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