| Song | Sister |
| Artist | Joshua James |
| Album | From The Top Of Willamette Mountain |
| So long, be careful on your way back home, | |
| I found your suicide poem in your right coat pocket. | |
| There was a fire in the Hollywood hills | |
| Ten children were killed | |
| You had better be cautious | |
| I’ll pray for you sister, | |
| Where your heart will reside. | |
| I wait for you sister, | |
| Holding my breath makes me tired | |
| Farewell take comfort in the fact you’re young | |
| You got ten years to grow up | |
| Don’t become like your father | |
| I’m sure you know by now | |
| the rain falls most along the California coast | |
| each time this season. | |
| I hate for your anger | |
| To turn into something like mine. | |
| Stay close to water, | |
| The air helps the motion inside. | |
| Inside | |
| Well dear God, bless your soul | |
| Poor child might never know just why. | |
| Well dear God, bless your soul | |
| Poor child might never know just why. | |
| Oh just why. | |
| I’ll pray for you sister, | |
| Wherever your heart will reside, | |
| I will wait or you sister, | |
| holding my breath makes me tired | |
| Makes me tired. |
| So long, be careful on your way back home, | |
| I found your suicide poem in your right coat pocket. | |
| There was a fire in the Hollywood hills | |
| Ten children were killed | |
| You had better be cautious | |
| I' ll pray for you sister, | |
| Where your heart will reside. | |
| I wait for you sister, | |
| Holding my breath makes me tired | |
| Farewell take comfort in the fact you' re young | |
| You got ten years to grow up | |
| Don' t become like your father | |
| I' m sure you know by now | |
| the rain falls most along the California coast | |
| each time this season. | |
| I hate for your anger | |
| To turn into something like mine. | |
| Stay close to water, | |
| The air helps the motion inside. | |
| Inside | |
| Well dear God, bless your soul | |
| Poor child might never know just why. | |
| Well dear God, bless your soul | |
| Poor child might never know just why. | |
| Oh just why. | |
| I' ll pray for you sister, | |
| Wherever your heart will reside, | |
| I will wait or you sister, | |
| holding my breath makes me tired | |
| Makes me tired. |