Behind trees and palms
I see the light eyes
Staring at me
Like the mother of an only child
So we fly free
After a shot of rum in the evening
Then we make love
So I forget that I don't belong here
If you think you have
Done something that ain't right
You have never seen
God working late at night
I've been writing neatly
Playing chords unknown to me
The purest way
A man could be