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