She was born
In ’23
In a small town
In New Jersey
She ran away
When she was young
Took up with strangers
In Oregon
She met a man
And had a kid
Got old and died
Forever hid
But you’d think she’d have told me a story or two about love
And you’d think she’d have taught me a thing or two about life
But she never said nothing ‘cept nothing ‘bout nothing at all
And it was kind of sad, like an empty hall
She had no name
She made up one
She had no photographs
No family album
She had no school
She had no car
She had no past
No one could scar
And I’ll never know
Just what happened
I don’t know why
She had a sonEmpty Hall
