Song Description

A grief stricken father takes matters into his own hands when his daughter's killer is set free on a technicality.

Lyrics

I can see the evening shadows, of the Superstition Hills
When I drive out here at twilight, in my dented coupe-deville
Park beside a nearby canyon, where blackbirds and echoes nest
I can hear the children laughing, at the I-10 roadside rest

And I picture that old schoolbus, and the guy behind the wheel
Gin and coffee in his thermos, next to broken glass and steel
And a chilly breath of sadness, wells up in my aching chest
When I hear the children laughing, at the I-10 roadside rest

Then they set that driver free, on a technicality
And I waited on the courthouse steps that day
Two shots from a .38, and that killer met his fate
Then a jury of my peers put me away
When we'd come to pick up garbage, in our orange prison vests
I could hear the children laughing, at the I-10 roadside rest

Served my sentence nice and quiet, and I made a quick parole
But despair's a timeless prison, for an empty, tattered soul
Breezes whistle 'round their crosses, when they blow through from the west
I can hear hear my daughter laughing, at her peaceful roadside rest

I can see the evening shadows, of the Superstition Hills
When I drive out here at twilight, in my dented coupe-deville...