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