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 dollar 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 a 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      And 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