Glorianna lives on Lowell street
In alleys, bus stops and doorways
Well, she came out West, looking for a new life
And instead she found the needle & the glass pipe
She gets most of her meals from a Baptist Church
And sleeps under a bridge out by the race track
Well, she talks tough and thinks softly
"Make me pure like a pearl"
Glorianna
When the money's gone
Fight for your life
When the dam it breaks
Fight for your life
When the street is cold
Fight for your life
And when you grow old
Fight for your life
I met Glorianna when she was nineteen
In a Market Street bar on a Sunday
She'd been dancing in the streets for three years
And dancing in the sheets all of her life
She wanted to go North just to get clean
Where she'd praise God and count the rosary
But first she needed twenty bills for one last shot
Said, "Can I make you feel like a man?"
Glorianna
When the sun never rises in your dreams
And Kansas looks like somewhere in a magazine
Christmas Eve, 1993
On a Greyhound bus bound for Cold Spring
She gonna get it straight, find some gravity
She gonna get away from the night and its vanity
Glorianna did you make it home
To a big white house where you're never alone?
And does the daylight shine down on your head
Or do you walk the night for your butter and bread?
Glorianna
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Glorianna lives on Lowell street
In alleys, bus stops and doorways
Well, she came out West, looking for a new life
And instead she found the needle & the glass pipe
She gets most of her meals from a Baptist Church
And sleeps under a bridge out by the race track
Well, she talks tough and thinks softly
"Make me pure like a pearl"
Glorianna
When the money's gone
Fight for your life
When the dam it breaks
Fight for your life
When the street is cold
Fight for your life
And when you grow old
Fight for your life
I met Glorianna when she was nineteen
In a Market Street bar on a Sunday
She'd been dancing in the streets for three years
And dancing in the sheets all of her life
She wanted to go North just to get clean
Where she'd praise God and count the rosary
But first she needed twenty bills for one last shot
Said, "Can I make you feel like a man?"
Glorianna
When the sun never rises in your dreams
And Kansas looks like somewhere in a magazine
Christmas Eve, 1993
On a Greyhound bus bound for Cold Spring
She gonna get it straight, find some gravity
She gonna get away from the night and its vanity
Glorianna did you make it home
To a big white house where you're never alone?
And does the daylight shine down on your head
Or do you walk the night for your butter and bread?
Glorianna
In alleys, bus stops and doorways
Well, she came out West, looking for a new life
And instead she found the needle & the glass pipe
She gets most of her meals from a Baptist Church
And sleeps under a bridge out by the race track
Well, she talks tough and thinks softly
"Make me pure like a pearl"
Glorianna
When the money's gone
Fight for your life
When the dam it breaks
Fight for your life
When the street is cold
Fight for your life
And when you grow old
Fight for your life
I met Glorianna when she was nineteen
In a Market Street bar on a Sunday
She'd been dancing in the streets for three years
And dancing in the sheets all of her life
She wanted to go North just to get clean
Where she'd praise God and count the rosary
But first she needed twenty bills for one last shot
Said, "Can I make you feel like a man?"
Glorianna
When the sun never rises in your dreams
And Kansas looks like somewhere in a magazine
Christmas Eve, 1993
On a Greyhound bus bound for Cold Spring
She gonna get it straight, find some gravity
She gonna get away from the night and its vanity
Glorianna did you make it home
To a big white house where you're never alone?
And does the daylight shine down on your head
Or do you walk the night for your butter and bread?
Glorianna
Writer: Gentry Bronson
Copyright: Lyrics © Gentry Bronson Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Gentry Bronson Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave