Con Una Estrella
Her Mother was a comfort
To a doctor and lawyer and Indian Chief.
The shirt ran out of buttons
He lost all his marbles at a baseball game
And they went on Relief.
The bank took away their diplomas
They locked them up inside of the chest
And she moved away to Oklahoma
And got a tattoo on the side of her breast
"God-Damn, My socks are still hard"
From lying on the sofa on the night she was over in my backyard
Yeah, We was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees
When a shot rang low
And left her standing down by the si
Minor Character
saint christopher sunday otherwise unaware
that is what she called it
she arrived was observed with her clothes in his suitcase
looking suitably world weary
as he drove away she came to
she sat and she waited he did not telephone
her heart was unbroken
she could not let this be known
she said she'd throw herself off a bridge
he stood and laughed and shewalked out again
which was when she wrote me in
to her scheme of things
she said she'd throw herself off a bridge
she said she never did and i asked her why
she just shrugged and she sighed
and turned her head away
she did not say
saint christopher sunday otherwise uneventful
everything never happened
to her scheme of things
she said she'd throw herself off a bridge
he stood and laughed and she never did
she telephoned to say that she'd cut her wrists instead
she beat the walls with her fists
running red running back again