The Cobblestone Street That Led to Heartache
She sat waiting by the phone all night and all day
He promised he would call her yesterday
She grew tired and weary, so she tied a yellow ribbon around her long black hair,
and began to walk, where she didn't care
She'd always been afraid of nighttime and the scary dark,
now she didn't care as she began to walk
She ventured into an unfamilar, dirty side street
Cobblestone wet and noisy as she made her way with a feeling of foreboding defeat
She saw an old man standing under a streetlight with a glass of whiskey in his hand
Then she saw three young hoodlums hit him, then pour the glass of whiskey on his head, lit a match engulfing him as he lay dying in the cobblestone sand
She looked and saw an old woman pushing a cart full of bits and pieces of all she had left in this uncaring world
She watched as the hoodlums pushed her, taking her cart, leaving her lying in the elements as the cold wind swirled
She tried to help her, but it was too late
She was already passing through the pearly gate
She started walking deeper through this Godforsaken place
She thought of her mother and father, how they tried to help her, her refusing, never looking in their worried face
She'd taken the wrong road map as she went from one bad place to another
Never once thinking how much she'd hurt her father and mother
She walked further into this den of hopelessness
Then seeing a young mother and her small child unable to find a safe place to rest
Then she sees a prostitute flirting with a middle-age man
Her arm around his waist, explaining how much for a one night plan
She watched as they departed in the direction of a shabby hole-in-the-wall
She started to cry softly, " Oh why Oh why Didn't he call? "