what's the matter baby
you don't like the sighs
the cries inside
i know it's a tough trip
so heartbreaking
to forget me
so sweet to think you cared enough
to stare at the wheels turning round
screeching to a halt
when you echo my name
how are the nights treating you
with the sun breaking daze
does it help or hinder
your thickening haze
to hear that i don't care
of course this is fair
you'd do the same if you had the chance
to make it last
but my poor
sweet baby
you've had your chance |