Pretty as a picture of children in Africa

She rises in the morning with yesterday's eyes

Her lover has left her longing in loneliness

She wants him so badly she misses his lies

I ain't gonna cry

I ain't gonna cry

These eyes are dry

These desert eyes

She walks through a wasteland of dreams and broken promises

Where pimps, pawns, and porno shops thrust neon to the sky

Is she just invisible or so completely isolated

No-one cares to comfort her or even wonders why

I ain't gonna cry

I ain't gonna cry

These eyes are dry

These desert eyes

Water smoothed the wrinkles of her time-worn face

Was it the rain dripping from her hood

I could have offered shelter, perhaps a bite to eat

But the world was warm and dry from where I stood

And I didn't want to frighten her

I didn't have the time

I mean, what could I offer

But a moment's peace of mind?

(Music