Betty

Metal buildings, near and far

Workers spill from their doorways

Metal cages, coughing cars

You can see it your way

Plaster hallways, drab and dry

Betty stares out her window

Others watch as the days go by

She finds peace where the wind blows

Betty has gone to Buzzards Bay

To live another day

One more chance to make it right

And Betty has gone to Buzzards Bay

To live another day

Color fades into the night

Water’s tower and, painted skies

Amble on in the twilight

Nature’s power, baby cries

Nelson’s son and his birthright

Betty has gone to Buzzards Bay

To live another day

One more chance to make it right

And Betty has gone to Buzzards Bay

To live another day

Color fades into the night