Alana Brezenski - Mallory

Intro Start up , ‘73, . . . Budweiser route . . . Miami down through the keys Flagler’s overseas highway was narrow and rough No weight on the wheels . . . or side mirrors on the truck Verso 1: She was born . . . in Cuba . . . just 90 miles away Where every day is songless . . . and every color gray She heard a place of freedom lie . . . just across the bay So she strapped herself to a steel drum boat . . . drifted away She landed at Bud & Mary’s . . . Isla Morada in the Keys She got a job cleaning fish . . . as they came in from the sea Fate would play matchmaker . . . when they crossed paths that day He met the Cuban girl . . . putting cases of beer away Verso 2: She knew a place of beauty . . . but in English couldn’t say to me But he knew she sought . . . the square called Mallory He said hang up your apron . . . tell Mary you’re coming with me And we’ll watch the sun set together . . . in that western key She ran ahead to the rail . . . the barrier to the sea As the sun tucked itself away, she fell to her knees She said a prayer to heaven . . . in words unknown to me But I knew two words among them . . . Jesus and Mallory Outro For 9 years she rode beside me . . . up and down . . . these keys From Marathon to Big Pine . . . they stretched an end to me The seven mile bridge . . . was wide enough . . . that any now can cross So Mallory and I we bought a shack . . . where we pretend . . . we’re . . . lost