With your father's gun, alone
I sing soprano in the upstairs choir
On the F.M. radio
So you packed your tent and you went
I sat up all the night and watched thee
I am from the Sunday school
You gave up all the golden factories
She went to Florida and left you
To live out in the Arizona sand
From a wealthy family
Ahh
You are a refugee
You sat up all the night and watched me
Upon her small white bed
You called your mother, she was very tanned
You are a holy man
You called me beautiful
I fell into a dream
To see, who in the world I might be
To see, who in the world you might be