text: It was a rainy night
  We took a taxi to your mothers home
  She went to Florida and left you
  With you 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