Bad News From Home
Randy Newman
High on a cliff in Mexico
Staring down at the rocks and the sea below
I can hear the church bells ring
I can hear the choir
I remember the night she left
I drove to the station in the pouring rain
I sat all night behind my big iron desk
Oil on the water made a rainbow
The end of this bone-white gravel road
They both lie sleeping on a feather bed
Her hair's as black as the sky at night
But her eyes are gray like the moon
You can run but you can't hide
You can run but you can't hide
You say you love me but I know you lie
You say you love me but I know you lie