Who is she?   Where is she going?   Who is she?   What has she done?   Who is she?   Where is she running?      She's the girl in the car with the glasses and the gun.   She's the girl in the car with the glasses and the gun.      She was last seen at the cafe   she had coffee and scones   The waitress said "I thought she was crying."   The police are still searching for fingerprints    on the checkered table cloth.      A small boy spotted her by the beach,   By this time she had the top of her car down   A green scarf was blowing from around her neck   Latin rhythms were blaring from the radio   Only the sound of her laughter can be heard       She pulled into a service station.   She checked out her face in the mirror   The blood above her left eye had dried    She heard a voice outside   In her haste, she left behind a red slicker raincoat      It was nighttime when she entered the city   the old mand at the toll bridge tried to stop her   By that time she was only sound in the distance   The giant that is the city swallowed her up.