In Memory of Rita Hester
Skating late last night
I retraced the vigil path
Found two candles burning on Rita's step
So I added one more
and wondered how it felt
to feel the knife strike so close to home.
They called her a man
Called her a transvestite
They said she lived a double life
But we know better
We know the truth
We know why Rita died.
I still hear your mama's cries
Haunting the canyons of my mind
You were just too much girl
For somebody else's world
I gazed into the windows
of the bar where you were last seen
I searched each patron's eyes for signs of guilt
I heard again your mama cry
"Who took away my child?"
echoing off canyon walls of brick and steel
I still hear your mama's cries
Haunting the canyons of my mind
You were just too much girl
For somebody else's world
I still hear your mama's cries
Haunting the canyons of my mind
You were just too much girl
For somebody else's world