God and his only son
 Paid a courtesy call on Earth one Sunday morning
 Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips
 Songbirds sang from the tips of cottonwoods
 Old folks wept
 For his love in these hard times
 
 'Well, we gotta get going,'
 Said the the restless Lord to the son
 'There are galaxies yet to be born
 Creation is never done
 Anyway these people are slobs here
 If we stay it's bound to be a mob scene
 But disappeared
 And it's love in hard times
 
 I loved her the first time I saw her
 I know that's an old songwriting cliché
 I loved you the first time I saw you
 Can't describe it any other way
 Any other way
 
 The light of her beauty is warm as a summer day
 Clouds of antelopes roll by
 No hint of rain to come
 In the prairie sky
 Just love, love, love, love, love
 
 When the rains came
 The tears burned
 Windows rattled
 Locks turned
 It's easy to be generous when you're on a roll
 It's hard to be grateful
 When you're out of control
 
 And love is gone
 
 The light at the edge of the curtain is the quiet dawn
 The bedroom breathes in clicks and clacks
 Uneasy heartbeat can't relax
 But then your hand takes mine
 Thank God I found you in time
 Thank God I found you 
 Thank God I found you