Tara Leigh

Tara Leigh rides on the road of the town
In the southwest
Her tires were flat but she rode along road
fourty seven
Her boyfriend was waiting for her
They planned to play tennis
Half past twelve she might be already walking on heaven
 
The rumors were brutal, like the classic male
She might dropped her things just to mark her trail
Her mother should start trying on the black veil
Beautiful copper hair, tape on the lips
Bound bodies
Tied hands behind her hips
The glimpse of light if she ever be found
 
I'm scared that
They say it's the most mystical dissapearance
I guess it's her and her scar on the leg
If only I had security clearance
She wouldn't lie there like the books she left on her bed
 
Tara Leigh dreamed of being the doctor
White gown
Did she ever thought the dreams gonna stay dreams
She could walk down the aisle and choose name for her child
Buy her own apartment, be the head of department
And small talking with counter attendant
 
I'm scared that they say it's the most mystical dissapearance
I guess it's her and her scar on the leg
If only I had security clearance
She wouldn't lie there like the books she left on her bed
 
They say she was kind and big-hearted
Unstinting in praise when It came to closest friends
But on the twentieth of September
She left her home and was never seen again
 
Thirty four years were rough time
Her mother died on May two thousand six
Wondering the rest of her life
Why her daughter had died but we know there's no quick fix
 
They know it's the most tragical dissapearance
She could have wonderful time she had in advance
But she just got on a bike and was never seen again