In the quiet morning  There was much despair  And in the hours that followed   No one could repair    That poor girl   Tossed by the tides of misfortune  Barely here to tell her tale   Rolled in on a sea of disaster   Rolled out on a mainline rail     She once walked tight at my side   I'm sure she walked by you   Her striding steps could not deny   Torment from a child who knew     That in the quiet morning  There would be despair   And in the hours that followed  No one could repair     That poor girl   She cried out her song so loud  It was heard the whole world round  A symphony of violence   The great southwest unbound