Rainy Night House

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