Maxine

It was late in the month of November She was loading up the wagon in the rain Said she'd be back in the morning But she never came through here again I'd see her in the market She never had much to spend These days the market's an old pile of mud And she never came through here again Maxine, Maxine, Maxine Time plays tricks on your memory It seems a long weekend She said she'd be back here by Monday But she never came through here again Some say a saucer landed And someone took her in They found her blue seraph here on the ground And she never cam through here again Maxine, Maxine, Maxine, Maxine Maxine, Maxine, Maxine, Maxine I bought a tabloid paper She was rumored to be in Was a photo of a woman on a llama But she never came through here again And if you should see her She may be old by then Tell her that I miss her and ask her when She's ever coming through here again