June 18, 1976

You were born in KC, Missouri
 To a girl who wasn't married
 After your birth she brought you to the nursery
 Kissed your head and told you not to worry
 And then quietly she turned and slipped away
 In the elevator her heart began to pound
 To the rooftop in her slippers and her gown
 On the edge she took one last look around
 Then closed her eyes and pushed away
 Speeding towards the ground
 Through the air without a sound
 So gracefully
 Twelve flights down nearly naked on the ground
 Skin and tragedy always attract a crowd
 So it was when the policeman came around
 He took more then 50 eyewitness accounts
 Each one in awe
 For they'd never seen a girl
 so sad and beautiful
 Speeding towards the ground
 Through the air without a sound
 So gracefully