I met you on the palisades
The sun was spilling kerosene
And I was feeling wide awake-
Girl you can be so obscene.
And when you sang a lullaby
A missionary called your name
You disappeared and hopped a flight
For the Serengeti Plain.
Tell everyone you know
Open up the door.
When your love has gone
You carry on
This is her song
-This is a song for no one.
I think I own a photograph
That shows her in the freezing rain
With the Italians on the bank…
They know how to entertain.
A string of pearls behind your hair,
A music box to catch your tears.
Now call your mother in L.A.
-She hasn’t heard your voice in years.
Tell everyone you know
Open up the door.
When your love has gone
You carry on
This is her song
-This is a song for no one.
You can jump a ride
But don’t ask why
And don’t close your eyes
-This is a song for no one.