Between the Cracks

Sundown on the San Joaquim
 An old woman walks home from work
 Another day in the fields another day in the dirt
 She lights a sacred candle
 Next to a faded photograph
 And she says a prayer for a man
 Who fell between the cracks
 She stares at the photo of a young man
 Who caused so much pain
 In countless twelve round blood baths
 Kid Hey Zeus was his name
 He was the pride of the valley
 Until the night he stayed down on his back
 When he took the dive he disappeared
 Down between the cracks
 She said Jesus born a poor boy
 On the wrong side of the tracks
 He rose again but not before
 He fell between the tracks
 She re-reads all the letters
 That he wrote her from L.A
 He said please don't worry about me
 I'll come back again someday
 But she hears the other stories
 Whispered behind her back
 About a shooting in a grocery store
 Somewhere between the cracks
 She said Jesus born a poor boy
 On the wrong side of the tracks
 He rose again but not before
 He fell between the tracks
 Sunrise on the San Joaquim
 An old woman walks off to work
 Another day in the fields another day in the dirt
 She looks around at all the children
 Dropping rich mens fruit in the sacks
 And she says a prayer for everyone
 Trapped between the cracks
 She said Jesus born a poor boy
 On the wrong side of the tracks
 He rose again but not before
 He fell between the tracks
 He rose again but not before
 He fell between the tracks