Hey Montana take your daughter back,

From the bathrooms of Angeles Vall.

She believes in destiny

Her names always mispelled

Waitressing to pay the rent

Drinks to quell the smell

Of people breathing way too close

Folks who don't mean well

No one sees the color of your eyes

No one sees you smile

No one knows the secrets that you hide

No one sees you cry

She parks her car two blocks away, from apartment 15A

She walks with somber in her step and scores along the way

Blue's your hue you tiny thing

Dropping patrons wine

Singing to you own sad song

Two feet stuck in the mire

Hey Montana take your daughter back

It's clear she needs your care

These bustling streets are icy veins of a beast who snuffs her prayer

Her bones and the truth show through