I met you on the palisades
The sun was spilling kerosene
And I was feeling wide awake
Girl, you can be so obsceneAnd when you sang a lullaby
A missionary called your name
You disappeared and hopped a flight
For the Serengeti PlainTell everyone you know
Open up the doorWhen your love has gone
You carry on
This is her song
This is a song for no oneI think I own a photograph
That shows her in the freezing rain
With the Italians on the bank
They know how to entertainA 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 yearsTell everyone you know
Open up the doorWhen your love has gone
You carry on
This is her song
This is a song for no oneYou can jump a ride
But don't ask why
And don't close your eyes
This is a song for no one