I’m a lady of the canyon 

in spirit, in mind, in my heart—

I make music in the canyon.

We’re addicted to my lyrics 

for my lyrics are the best high,

but sugar won’t taste the same when

the Canyon takes your name from you,

coming down, not sweet—still pretty, 

Now, an old forgotten warning

For the girls dancing barefoot in the dirt,

with scarlet begonias in their blonde hair,

dripping in clay beads, tripping on all sorts of things,

eyes staring at the sun, body on display—shining bright!

It's a fairytale life, for hopeful blue birds,

sunsets only glow golden, just for us ladies of the Canyon.

My eyes are burnt but the sun is not to blame.

Haunted hums in the wind, locked in the basement softly singing out the window