Last to Know

by Dr. Christine Redman Waldyer

Same way, no way, not in this little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown

Away in Buenos Aires
Where the hungry fill the streets
Every night when the sun goes down

Same way, no way, not in my little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown

Away in Buenos Aires
Where the peso three times over demands
On the dollar where the tango rains down

Same way, no way, not in this little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown

One night a mother calls after her son
Fallen child on poverty's hands
Over there when I wasn't around

Same way, no way, not in my little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown

Nails for a coffin
Flowers for the babe
Tears falling in my little town

Can't see, can't be
Not in this town
Where a child can't make a sound

At the hands of his mother
Where was hope that night?
Were my children ok in the wake when I wasn't around?

Same way, no way, not in this little town
Last to know
Last to know about the wayward clown

Away in Buenos Aires
Where the hungry fill the streets
Every night when the sun goes down

01-Apr-2007

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