"Forty thousand stolen dollars
Could buy you some distance, honey"
As she waited for the lights to change
This unlikely thief called Marion Crane
She woke to a tapping on the passenger window
The highway cop asked: "Is there anything wrong?"
His black glasses gave nothing away
But they still sent a chill through Marion Crane
She traded her car
As he watched her
She seemed so innocent
Who could be more innocent than Marion Crane?
The windscreen was swimming
Her eyes were aching
The neon motel sign beckoned
So she turned to escape the rain
Wondering who'd come looking for Marion Crane...