10000 Maniacs
In The Quiet Morning In the quiet morningThere was much despairAnd in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl Tossed by the tides of misfortuneBarely here to tell her tale Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail
She once walked tight at my side I’m sure she walked by you Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew
That in the quiet morningThere would be despair And in the hours that followed
That poor girl She cried out her song so loudIt was heard the whole world roundA symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound