Ruby's someone no one knows.
She is all the rooms
heated by four burner gas ranges,
all the back seats, motels and urine smelling hallways
in the world.
No one knows, so she don't care.

Down on Main
where flowers blossom all around in season,
and tidy shops and tidy houses
sit inside their gardens,
they come for Ruby.
They are all the new cars, silk shirts and diamond pinky rings
in the world.
No one knows, so she don't care.

Then Ruby tells them, at a price,
they are all the crowns and scepters
in the world.
They tell Ruby, at a cost,
she is all the perfume, fur and finery.
Everyone tells everyone
that everything is fine
as long as no one knows
and she don't care.

So they are coming down on Main;
Ruby's waiting for them there,
down on Main where flowers blossom
and steeples chime the all-is-well.
No one cares, and she don't know.