Lover man, oh, where can you be I've heard it said That the thrill of romance Can be like a heavenly dream I go to bed with a prayer That you'll make love to me Strange as it seems Someday we'll meet And you'll dry all my tears

'Cause things didn't work out in this life, but someday I'm selfish for you (ooh) If I'm lucky, I'll meet ya, heaven or high water 'Cause things didn't work out in this life, but maybe Vodka on my lips Took too many drinks Makes me reminisce all the way

I'm coming home to Arizona We will meet again And today, I leave you But I'll be back someday And as I fly away My hope is that we'll meet again I'm off to my home away from home I will miss you

Motherless children The motherless children They don't have anywhere to go Motherless children have a hard time After mother gone away Mother told a child Someday I'll meet you Have a hard time when she's gone Have a hard time when mother is dead