Dan Fogelberg - Tucson, Arizona (Gazette) lyrics

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 came 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

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