It was a rainy night
we took a taxi to your mother's home
she went to florida and left you
with your father's gun, alone
upon her small white bed
i fell into a dream
you sat up all the night and watched me
to see, who in the world i might be
I am from the sunday school
i sing soprano in the upstairs choir
you are a holy man
on the f.m. radio
i sat up all the night and watched thee
to see, who in the world you might be.
You called me beautiful
you called your mother-she was very tanned
so you packed your tent and you went
to live out in the arizona sand
you are a refugee
from a wealthy family
you gave up all the golden factories
to see, who in the world you might be