and baby when the wind blows it'll carry your basket with nothing to share.
i'm hoping that the babes know when to weep and when to stare.
There's a woman on the side of the road that I call home
she's got a head full of snakes and turns her gent's face to stone.
take me back to when the moon owned the sky in purple delight with the stars lightin' up faces
remember the times when your father could see and took you places
Only the Lord knows what we all go through at the same moment in time
But baby I'll be home soon so don't you cry.
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