[Verse 1] I like the one with the sky storm, the one with the abandoned barn
I heard you painted it in prison right before they took your brushes away

[Chorus A] Michael, I don't know you but I dream of you sometimes
To tell you the truth, I don't you did to deserve such hard times

[Verse 2] I'd read to you on Sundays, right before they took your visits away
I'd kept all the letters you'd send: the ones about being home again

[Chorus A] Michael, I don't know you but I dream of you sometimes
To tell you the truth, I don't you did to deserve such hard times

[Chorus B] When you paint the pretty women, do you see them in your cell?
When they take you out for field work, do you hear the city bells?