rainy night house

it was a rainy night, we took a taxi to your mothers' home, she went to florida and left you, with you 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 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