Tucson, Arizona (gazette) Lyrics - Windows And Walls - 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 

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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 

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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 

$3.15 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 L.A. 

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 cocaine 

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