Dark Thirty

There’s a faceless girl
In a nameless City
Ready to take on the world
Oh she’s so damn pretty
Bright eyes and long curls
Never been down and dirty
Aint never seen the things
That happen at dark thirty
The bad bad things that happen
At dark thirty

There’s some kind of people
That change right after dark
Take advantage of a young girl
With a certain kind of spark
Might wind up in the dirt
Down in Central Park
For whatever its worth
Happens at dark thirty
Bad bad things happen
At dark thirty

There’s a faceless kid
In a nameless town
He plans to make it big
He plans to bring it down

My name is Amy and on May 19, 2013 my grandson died.
He was sleeping and vomited and choked.
I want you to know that at 3 months old he loves your music!
When he got fussy all I had to do was put your music on my iPod
And he would start to calm down.
We would dance around the house! His favorite I think
Was the Chickens in the Pen, he would smile and kick
His little legs!
I want to thank you for being you! For making music that
You do! You made my grandson smile, and I love you
For that!