It was a rainy night
We took a tazi to your mothers' home
She went to Florida and left you
WIth you fathers gun, alone
I fell into a dream
Upon her small white bed
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
I sat up all the night and watched thee
ON the FM radio
To see, who in the world you might be
You called your mother
You called me beautiful
You are a refugee
So you packed your tent and went
From a wealthy family
To live out in the Arizona sand
You gave up all the golden factories
To see, who in the world you might be.
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