She had the window and I had the aisleShe looked twenty-five but she wasShaking like a child when we took offI looked over, and clutched in her handThere was a cactus in a coffee canShe was holding that thing like it was all that she hadShe smiled at me but I could tell she was sadSomewhere over Denver, I asked her her nameShe said "Elena," and told me she came from Santa FeShe ordered a drink and water came downShe started talking and pain poured outShe told me a story I'll never forgetShe had me in tears when she looked at me and said"My mama's first love was crackShe made her living lying on her backAnd she gave me away on the day that I was born"She said, "The last ten years I spent tracking her downIt don't seem fair that when I finally found her she was almost goneWe had two weeks together to laugh and to cryTwo weeks to say hello and goodbyeShe gave me this cactus, said 'It's kinda like meIt'll hurt you to hold it, but it blooms every spring'"She said, "I'm on my way back to New MexicoWas gonna scatter these ashes where the desert winds blowBut I came up with a better planI'm gonna keep 'em in the bottom of this coffee can""My mama was a tortured soulI still love her even thoughShe gave me away on the day I was born"The plane touched down and we both got offI took her hand and said, "I'm sorry for your loss"She said, "Thanks for listening, and for being hereI've been wantin' to talk about for so many year"And I'll prob'ly never see Elena againWe met as strangers and parted as friendsAs we waved goodbye, I was sure of one thingThere'll be a flower on that cactus come next spring
Reba Nell McEntire (McAlester, Oklahoma, 28 de marzo de 1955) es una cantante y actriz estadounidense. Considerada una de los mayores exponentes de la música country, debutó como cantante durante su estadía en la preparatoria, realizando presentaciones en vivo…
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