Cordi Bowe, The Queen of Cedar Lane

The sky was a northern slate of blue
Franklin Street spun on it's axis just for you
and the boys on the corner all turned their heads
like a ray of light pouring from these days of lead

The let down Leonardos cried out from junior high
for their pretty little actress knowing that they'd never fly
for your pure white skin so pale and sad
the unholy kindness attending to the good and bad

Oh, Cordi Bowe, the queen of cedar lane
I could tell I'd never see you again
you flew right out from these sleepy streets
born to glow forever in the city heat

In these fields I would call your name
my timid teenage mantras after the football game
but Cordi, you know they never did me no good
all my subtle schemes of darkness and firewood

But those days they're all wrapped up and tied
the neighbourhood hasn't changed but me you would not recognize
the shops, the cars, discarded cola cans
the trailer homes and beat up Toyota pickup vans

Oh Cordi Bowe, the queen of cedar lane
I could tell we'd never see you again
you flew right out, from these sleepy streets
born to burn forever In the city heat