Small Town Spree

Saw you smiling from the front page of this morning’s paper
Looking sharp as alibis for your latest caper
That look in your eyes I thought I never see
Caption said you’d been arrested in
Connection with that small town spree
Said you broke down on your way out to New York City
Snow was on the ground, the moonlight must have looked so pretty
Binned your car not far from the last bar you’d see
Where you lied to the people inside and
Tried to hide after your small town spree
It all started at Gates liquor store
You helped yourself to a bottle of scotch
Strode down to Miller’s Drug
Forged a cheque and borrowed a watch
The bells were ringing at St Peter and Pauls
When you stole the collection box
In the night a violent wind tore the silence of the farm house
Where you fired the shots
I remember one December morning when we were younger
Sat there drinking tea
When you spoke to her and me with eyes of wonder
You two were so in love then I never thought I’d be
Looking one morning in the paper at the story of your small town spree
Looking this morning at the story
In the paper of your small town spree