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