Baby Come to Me

Baby, come to me...

If you stick around, you’ll eventually wear the crown

If you’ve got the patience and wherewithal to pass the time

Rolling with their punches, shut up and take it during their lunches

The black sheep will wear the white sheep’s woolen sweater

If only you can pull it together

Sticking to your guns, be they holy or infamous ones

Is gonna build your character where there used to be none

You’re gonna love your new frame, it’s the shape of things to come

The leader of the pack will be scratching your back

If only you can tackle the black-backed jackal

Baby, come to me

My blue suede boots may stumble on the ridge

Baby, come to me

Your poncho soaks up all the water under the bridge

So if you can stomach climbing out of a thousand train wrecks in a pitch black tunnel, granted only, say, two light flickers

If you can take abuse like a gentleman holds his liquor

The eager overachiever will eventually trip (trip)

And that’s when you can have your way, consensually

Baby, come to me

My blue suede boots may stumble on the ridge

Baby, come to me

Your poncho soaks up all the water under the bridge

Water under the bridge

Water under the bridge

When you’ve been underestimated, patronized, or have been degraded

When you try, and fail, to look up the meaning of ill-fated

And all the bunnies who outran you incidentally were hares you hated

So much so you can’t wait to see their faces again

You’ll leave them in the dust atop a turtle, your trusted friend

Baby, come to me

My blue suede boots may stumble on the ridge

Baby, come to me

Your poncho soaks up all the water under the bridge

Water under the bridge

Water under the bridge

Water under the bridge

Baby, come to me...

Baby, come to me...

Baby, come to me...

Baby, come to me...