O.K.

Baby, calm down

Baby, come back down to the ground

Let me hold you

Let me hold this moment a spell

I can tell

That there's really not a lot of options open

For another kind of aftermath

You're hoping that there's something else

That you can do to make it come true

Make it perfect, make it O.K.

Light the marquees

Santa Anas twist through the trees

And while the line swings

Putting all your light things with his

Trouble is

That there's really not a lot of options open

For another kind of aftermath

You're hoping that there's something else

That you can do to make it come true

Make it perfect, make it O.K.

And there's really not a lot of options open

For another kind of aftermath

You're hoping that there's something else

That you can do to make it come true

Make it perfect, make it O.K.