It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mothers' home
She went to Florida and left you
With your fathers 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 fm 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 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