From a pale blue rosarynFrom the presents I would leavenUnderneath your pillownUnderneath your pillownFrom there to herenFrom there to herenFrom a pale blue rosary to heren“You don’t need a reason to call”n“You don’t need a reason to call”nCould I have made it clearernMade it any clearernWhat was going on with me?nHow see-through must I have been?nFrom the start you felt like homenI lost that sense of being alonenThrough streets dark and emptynYou held me in a taxinHow I needed to be heldnNeeded you between me and the worldnI tried so hard not to give innI tried to do the right thingnWhatever I was sayingnMaybe I was hopingnWe would get from there to herenFrom a pale blue rosary to heren