Where Is Maria? Greg Brown

There's a sweated-through shirt thrown over a chair
An old photo of Anna Magnani in her underwear
There's an old dog barking at a brand new moon
And a sign in every window sayin' "Be Back Soon"

But where is Maria?

There's a young fellow rockin' in a thump thump car
And he's smug as a commentator on NPR
And our foolish government tries to save face
While the whole world struggles to become one bland place

But where is Maria?

There's a millionaire singing about nothing at all
But he looks pretty good and he's knocking 'em dead down at the mall
There's a woman weary of the look in men's eyes
When they don't look she just turns away and sighs

But where is Maria?

There's a dirty rain falling like the tears of shame
She's the only one I know who'd dance with me in such a rain

There's a guru snoozin' in a limousine
And a whole industry pumping blood into recycled scenes
There'll be one corporation selling one little box
It'll do what you want and tell you what you want and cost whatever you got