Album: Agave Blue

St. Estephe

St. Estephe
Ted Wulfers

Met on an interstate
Bound for Carolina
Sure is hard to get there
But your soul knows the way
She had the gift of tongue
Laurels and medals
He gave up that life
Long before today

She was fourteen years old
He was barely a man
Now she's pickin' up her life
An' he sings with the band

Her eyes light up the night
Like itty bits o' sequin
She likes his face
A story of its own
Company's a fright
Lonely in Manhattan
Waiting for a savior
Or to see his show

She grew out her hair
Says she wants to be a star
It's a long road to heaven
From the backseat of a car

A dancer, a poet, a living existential
Nothing St. Estephe cannot save
One can escape from running in circles
Promises die in the grave

Night they finally spent
Winona, Minnesota
A pretty face was born here
The ugly pass away
Holy is the magic
In this life or after
Romance is a stranger
Lets a lover stay

Now she's twenty years old
And she's found another man
She's lookin' back on life
An' he sings in the band