it was blowing a gale, maria was alone at the store
the neighbour's heard a noise, thought it's just the wind banging the door
later that night they found maria dead on the floor
a little money was gone - a robbery gone wrong
trouble was never a stranger to jimmy o'hare
he was hated by most of the town, but he didn't care
the night maria was killed he vanished into thin air
they tried to track him down - but he’d gone to ground
and the rumours began
chorus
you see what you choose to see
sometimes the truth is what you make it to be
twist things round bit by bit
you make the pieces fit
jimmy’s girlfriend cried as she told how they'd had a fight
they’d argued over money early on in the night
jimmy took off swearing he would make things right
turned his car around -- headed back to town
two years on, the police, they’d run out of clues
no-one was shy to say jimmy was the one they accused
his mother couldn’t walk down the street without being abused
packed her car one day - just drove away
and she never returned
when the rains hadn’t come, farmers didn’t bother to sow
no-one remembered the river ever being as low
some kids were swimming down by the old bridge road
they saw a bumper bar - it was jimmy’s car
when they hauled out the wreck they found jimmy’s remains
the river had hidden him well, while they searched in vain
his watch had stopped an hour before maria was slain
he didn’t kill her they said
cause jimmy