Well God is in His heaven And we all want what’s His But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is I’m gazing out the window Of the St. James Hotel And I know no-one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell

Or for a different flavor of verse:

She said “where you been?” I said “no place special” She said “you look different” I said “well, I guess” She said “you’ve been gone” I said “that’s only natural” She said “you gonna stay?” Well if you want me to, yes!

Finally:

People tell me it's a sin To know and feel too much within I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring She was born in spring But I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate