Авторы текста: John Cale
Crime and punishment in Tuscon Back to normal in the sun Playing blackjack in the drive-in Shooting snake-eyes in the mud And when the moonlight came out, we were gone, long gone. They found a body on the race-track; No identifying signs In his pocket was a notebook With a number inside And Guadalajara's just a few miles down the line. She adored the broken-hearted And those who showed her a bad time They didn't care for her body They took advantage of her mind. So they took her ideas and they left her behind.