[Verse 1]
She was born in a suburban place
With suburban dinner on her plate
Moved to the desert when she was ten
'Cause she was allergic to smog
Got into acting and she was good
And she acted in all the plays that she could
Met a guy in a band and he said
"Wanna drive up north to Sedona?"
Two kids, yeah, things started to get real
Is time a construct or just a feeling?
[Verse 2]
She turned 40 on the top of a car
And she howled at the moon
And she gazed at the stars
She got divorced, it was an epilogue
To thе Spanish-American war
Returned to acting and shе was good
And she acted in all the plays that she could
Looking back at her life and she said
It flows like the creek in Sedona
Seventy and just starting to feel old
It's the shortest short story ever told