Harry casts bullets every **** shift
He beats up his wife and watches TV
At any time he could sneak away to his neighbor
But he goes to the garage to play the blues

Maria is a granddaughter of a witch
She burns candles and sings sad songs
Her grandmother seduced all the men in town
And the girl lives alone

So many strange people
So many sad eyes
Resembling a steeple
Their hands clasp… And time flies…

Kelly works as a milkmaid at a farm
Village children come to her with a jug
Every night she prays to God to send her a baby
But her doctor says there is no such drug

The wino priest Austin carves wooden birds
Every night he waits for UFOs
Fifty years on, there’s no signal from space
And on the grave of his son there’s a fresh red rose.

So many strange people
So many sad eyes
Resembling a steeple
Their hands clasp… And time flies…