At the Ronstadt Station
The bus would fill up
Headed from city center
To dustier outposts
Where you could look back
On the lights
and the storms would collect
in the valley where she once sang

Perception was open wide
Caught by intensity and drawing
All eyes to dark mysteries that
Had to be unraveled

We all boarded at the
Ronstadt Station.
Had all those lives been touched by
her romantic pulse,
Would this be a different planet?

Her swollen and irrevocable romance,
With one tantalizing
Nelson Riddle Orchestra guiding
Single hopeful girls to believe
That romance lived solely in words
and music “like a heavenly dream,”
Or didn’t live at all.