Letras
And you woke in the window wide open
Your pillow all wet from the rain in the night
And the trail of a siren, the red and white neon
A broken reflection, a cry
Just a girl in the alley, a bicycle bell
And the last cigarette rolled high
And you rode to the café, your apron, the coffee
The soft dripping faucet, the radio news
And Joe on the line, all the burns on his arms
And his girlfriend at home with a yellowing bruise
Just a girl in the alley, the trash
And the last cigarette dropping ash on your shoes
And you closed in the quiet, the bleach rag, the bucket
The bicycle rusted outside in the rain
And you wrote in the dark, sat and smoked on the porch
And the neighbor dog barked and the traffic light changed
Just a girl in the alley, the stars coming out
And the last cigarette of the day