Baby Blues
Last night, so full of fire
I think I lived my wildest dreams But for some reason I can’t sweep away the ashes Is this the life for me? I walked out, into the morning Step into another void The emptiness lingers But all I feel is hate Better consumed than destroyed What am I gonna do In my search for you Tell me how can you See my baby blues? In the bright light, I look above the curb I’ve got too many friends in the gutter But on this cold morning With the sun shining bright I wonder, do my dreams see me And what I’m gonna do In my search for you Tell me how can you See my baby blues? Words and Music by Paul Kitchen. c & ? 1979 Kitchen Utensils. All rights reserved. |