Bella Vista

Tune up the band, turn down the lights
let the music spill into the night
when all is said and done
remember where you’re from
Bella Vista
here where the winters are long
winds howling four strong
streets are gritty, one great city
Bella Vista
your picture in a frame
where everyone remembers your name for
better or for worse
blessing and the curse
Bella Vista
under the red neon cross
we’ll remember the ones that we’ve lost
two rivers one song
here then they’re gone
every now and again
like the sound of a sad violin
I’ll whisper your name
words never change
Bella Vista.