He gave her a dollar a day to hang around there.
It wasn’t really a job but part of Terra Rock, I swear.
He’d pitch her a dollar every night to show
that his heart was on the right side, you know.
His face was pale and outside some lad was crossin’ roads.
Her eyes were bright and pretty and sad when she joked.
“I like to work, make you feel better with me around this block.”
He gave the girl a job and it’s part of Terra Rock.
It was a lonesome place where she was killed by heat of arguments,
mad stories and a family of beasts. She bought a bus ticket,
hit the rocket fields at last.
Terra Rock is callin’ and it’s always movin’ fast.
His hand was on the mattress and he didn’t say a word.
He looked into the mornin’ spreadin’ light across the place.
The rockets standing big with shadows long on the earth.
The girl was thinkin’ ‘bout Terra Rock that never hurts.
Then he took her hand, folded his fingers between hers.
I heard the sound of someone’s shadow and a curse.
I walked across the field, the building was behind.
The girl went to the window, had something on her mind.
It was a lonesome place where she was comin’ from
and I was turnin’ ‘round hearin’ Terra Rock once more.
She crossed the field like fire and the wind and she came
to be with me this mornin’, leavin’ sadness on the way.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany
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