(Chorus:)
In the quiet morning
there [was much/*would be] 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
Chorus*
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
La La La...