Cheyenne, Wyoming Letra

now stained our living room floor
“We’ll need 24 hours,”
the policeman explained,
“these sort of things happen;
he’s probably ok”
so I sat in your room
but you couldn’t see me at all

Now one turned to three;
and on the fifth day a newsman came by
they plastered your picture
all over the news, Channel Nine
now mother found god
and father went bad
neither could help it
it’s all that they had
so I sat in your room
but brother, you couldn’t see me at all

The call came quite early
from a man about 30 miles south
and driving to find you,
I felt both of my lungs giving out
they said that they found you
with your arms in a T
when I finally looked
you were staring at me
you had so much to tell
but I couldn’t hear you at all
no I couldn’t hear you at all