Hey Montana Take Your Daughter Back

From The Bathrooms Of Angeles Vall



She Believes In Destiny

Her Name's Always Mispelled

Waitressing To Pay He Rent

Drinks To Quell The Smel

Of People Breathing Way Too Close

Folks Who Don't Mean Well



No One Sees The Color Of Your Eyes

No One Sees You Smile

No One Knows The Secrets That You Hide

No One Sees You Cry



She Parks Her Car Two Blocks Away

From Apartment 15A

She Walks With Somber In Her Step

And Scores Along The Way



Blue's Your Hue You Tiny Thing

Dropping Patrons Wine

Singing To Your Own Sad Song

Two Feet Stuck In The Mire



Hey Montana Take Your Daughter Back

It's Clear She Needs Your Care

These Bustling Streets Are Icy Vains

Of A Beast Who Snuffs Her Prayer



Her Bones And The Truth Show Through