Fiona Walked with Angels
J.D. Boucharde

I'm setting out to find her
I can nearly see her there
I'm setting out to find her
Magic love is in the air
Fiona walked with angels, and she played the violin
She'd think in vicious circles, 'til her head was caving in
We found a dim apartment: played our blues and Bacharach
One day she ran out to the bus, and never caught one back
So I'm setting off to find her

I can almost see her there
I'm setting off to find her
Willing love is in the air
Cheryl was regressive, but she talked the talk of queens
She had a lonesome mind and the whitest hands you'd ever seen.
We survived our lawless trainwreck: It was three years to the day
And we sometimes meet for drinks but we don't have much to say
Raymie was a simple soul (invisible to most)
With a voice of tracing paper: disposition of a ghost
One rainy night we danced to records, and I kissed away her gloom
But when I blew out all our candles, Raymie faded from the room.
So I'm setting off to find her
I can almost see her there
I'm setting out to find her
Thirsty love is in the air
Crystal cried herself to sleep, and Jane did too of course
Samantha took what she could get, and Kitty took by force.
Kimberly was far to old--Bonita, much too young
Carly rarely came down, and was never any fun
Hannah had her school books and a wicked smoker's cough
Shauna wrote me from her cell, and Sharon wrote me off
Daphne stuttered when she talked, and Oceletta rambled
Maxine preferred her heroin, and little Bambi gambled
Devin was a Leo with her hair of vicious red
Katie fell for card tricks and believed the things I said
Leigh stormed out in august, and she shouted not to bother
Mara always told me I reminded her of Father
Yes, I'm setting out to find her
I can almost taste her there
I'm setting out to find her,
Weathered love is in the air.
Wanda stuck around until our love began to splinter
September ran a five-and-dime and April favored winter
Doris took the B-train, Alicia took the pills
Lauren drank when she was sad, and probably always will.
Paulina stood in judgement, and Sherrie sat in silence
Chloe liked the opera, but was sometimes prone to violence
Nadine lived in Lauderdale, Caryn lived in fear
Robin built a house then through my ass out on its ear
The other Robyn lost her race and sang her bitter songs
Sylvia waited up, and probably cried when I was gone
Beth was up for anything-like Constance-warm and willing
Anne had jumped a grade in school, and Grace jumped from a building
So now I'm setting off to find her
I can nearly hear her there
I'm setting out to find her
Broken love is in the air
Day follows day, Night follows night, like newsmen follow weather
And all the hands and hair and eyes melt in and blend together
They all fell short-poor fractioned things! -of my swelled insatiation
But I await her savory touch: That mystic combination
So I'm setting out to find her
I can almost see her there
I'm setting out to find her
Magic love is in the air.