歌词
We had cocktails
In Scottsdale
The Old Town
With sunburned arms
That were once pale
Pre-Scottsdale
The Giants fans
Clog the bars
Past retail
And art sales
The galleries
Become a blur
The air stale
In Scottsdale
Our last time
Is inferred
Thoughts trail
No avail
At the hotel
The hint received
Words fail
In Scottsdale
A clumsy hug
I watched you leave
Written by: Carl Polgar
