Sister soul came to see me, and she made no amendsnOn the air, Sunday's midnight, sister soul understandsnnPull the shades, let it rain all daynRadio station plays Mr. John Coltrane's favourite thingsnLady Day she singsnThat I don't stand the ghost of a chance with younnBeautiful stranger, now it's just me and younBrush the dust off the needle, put it deep in the groovennPull the shades, let it rain all daynRadio station plays Mr. Miles Davis' kind of bluenAnd I know it's truenThat I don't stand the ghost of a chance with younnCold and gray, it's gonna rain all daynSarah Vaughan lingers on, but the black coffee's gonenAnd I hate to say goodbyenBut I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you nownWith you now... with you now... with you now...