You don't know where she is
Just a face on a missing persons bulletin
She hopped a Greyhound bus
Now she may be all the way to Galveston
She was such a a pretty girl
All of fourteen years
It's not a shame to place some blame
When a good girl disappears
You don't know where she is
So you leave her photograph in every town
Hoping that the Cavalry will take a look
And find a way to track her down
Hold your belief you'll catch a thief
And ride the setting sun
Ignore the score that you came here for
And the hints of temptation
Climb aboard for your own reward
Remembering illusion
Or come back
Come back, Mister Redman
You don't know where she is
You don't know who she is