You were born in KC, Missouri
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To a girl who wasn't married
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After your birth she brought you to the nursery
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Kissed your head and told you not to worry
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And then quitely she turned and slipped away
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In the elevator her heart began to pound
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To the rooftop, in her slippers, and her gown
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On the edge, she took one last look around
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Then closed her eyes and pushed away
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Speeding toward the ground
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Through the air without a sound
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So gracefully
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Twelve flights down, nearly naked on the ground
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Skin and tragedy always attract a crowd
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So it was when the policeman came around
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He took more than fifty eyewitness accounts
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Each one in awe, for they'd never seen a girl so sad and beatiful
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Speeding toward the ground
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Through the air without a sound
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Speeding toward the ground
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Through the air without a sound
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So gracefully
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June 18, 1976
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| Pedro The Lion |
