O' City Lights

Maria's stoned like a porcelain saint

Sweet morphine

Sweet morphine

Curls a smile when the sadness hits

Finds my face with fingertips

Have you seen her?

The daughter of the hum of the highway

She's curling up like smoke

Oh, city lights fly at this speed

Oh, Heaven knows

It ain't me behind the wheel

This time

Through the hills, you can hear them sing

Ah Maria, ah Maria