Interpret:

Dan Fogelberg

Album:

Windows And Walls

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
$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