there s a sweated through shirt thrown over a chair an old photo of anna magnani in her underwear there s an old dog barking at a brand new moon and a sign in every window sayin be back soon but where is maria there s a young fellow rockin in a thump thump car and he s smug as a commentator on npr and our foolish government tries to save face while the whole world struggles to become one bland place but where is maria there s a millionaire singing about nothing at all but he looks pretty good and he s knocking em dead down at the mall there s a woman weary of the look in men s eyes when they don t look she just turns away and sighs but where is maria there s a dirty rain falling like the tears of shame she s the only one i know who d dance with me in such a rain there s a guru snoozin in a limousine and a whole industry pumping blood into recycled scenes there ll be one corporation selling one little box it ll do what you want and tell you what you want and cost whatever you got but where is maria there s a pile of letters from lovers friends if your dream came true would you still want it then a series of images on an empty screen no conclusions just a kiss from mr in between but where is maria there s a wheel of symbols and a wheel of spokes let s face it friends these are station wagons and we re our folks the cafe s open the hotel s shut down but lord these bad habits sure do stick around but where is maria behind the camera i saw her smile i d like to go back to that room and stay there for a while there s a stranger s body with an old friend s face there s a wild parade and a slow fade and a touch of grace can i visit your house can i sleep in your bed ah maria if i rub your back will you rub my head but where is maria 