Toll Girl

toll girl sneaks a smoke

orange ski cap on her head

delbert's on the radio

ice hangs off the ledge

ponytail down her back

streaks of red and white

candy ring she won once

is fading from the light

her skinny fingers poke

through holes of woolen gloves

toe haired boy skids to a stop

eyes are filled with blood

says you gotta help me,

I'm out here on the run

I'm all run outta money

but in my pocket there's a gun

Some days are skidding fast, Some nights are pulling slow

Some strangers stop and visit, Some lovers have to go

And how can you be wide-eyed when your heart is turning cold?

a man spots the toll girl

each time he comes this way

wonders why every last soul

isn't lined up in this lane

flashes her a Cheshire grin

stares at her too long

she can't help but think

feels good, it must be wrong

cross-eyed boxer way home from a fight

blue black trucker drives a straight line

white girl with blue glitter rides shotgun again

all the pretty boys in nice cars for a spin

over the tappanzee bridge

east bound on the tappanzee bridge

Saturday night on the tappanzee bridge