Из альбома: The First Sunbeams

I wonder whether we'll ever get it together in time

To enjoy our lives, life keeps passin' me by

I heard my baby cry late night, wondering why

Why do we got it so tough, hard to drive

I'm used to steerin' the wheel and then dealing without a guide

I've never stumbled, or crumbled, or fumbled, learned to survive

And in time, I got too many times to think

My baby might leave if I sink

I coulda been there before them

When they was closin' the door

And I guess I wasn't, so fuck it

They gotta love it or leave it

The finer things are deceiving

And still my baby's believing

That I'm a star on her ceiling

About to fly on a feeling

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