Thomas Anderson

singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller

55 Belle Avenue

by Thomas Anderson

from the album Alright It Was Frank -- And He's Risen from the Dead and Gone off with His Truck

She walks down Grant Street with a smile in her hand

She looks like she known where she stands.

She says, "A l'heure, mon cher, j'ai besoin de partir."

And waits to strike a deal with her man.

You could give her gold and diamond rings,

At her feet your heart could be laid.

She'd say her goodbyes with her telegram eyes

And leave with her long French braid.

Now the sultan's sons and the professional guns

Have worshipped her from afar,

She smiles a dreamy Botticelli smile

But her heart is pure Belle Starr.

She's got a scar the size of an ill-timed lie

Few are privileged to see,

She's got emerald glass that shines when she laughs,

She's got cuts on both of her knees.

And she looks out a dusty window pane

Holding a letter from you,

Reading in the avenue's empty light,

"Merry Christmas -- the wings are for you."