Now pretty baby
I’m running back home to you.
Fresh out the slammer
I know who my first call will be to
Fresh out the slammer
Another summer, taking cover, rolling thunder.
He don’t understand me
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners,
Bitter he was with her in dreams
Grey and blue and fights and tunnels,
Handcuffed to the spell I was under
For just one hour of sunshine
Years of labor, locks and ceilings
In the shade of how he was feeling
But it’s gonna be alright, I did my time
Now pretty baby,
I’m running back home to you
Fresh out the slammer
I know who my first call will be to
Fresh out the slammer.
Camera flashes, welcome bashes
Get the matches, toss the ashes off the bench
As I said in my letters, now that I know better
I will never lose my baby again
My friends tried but I wouldn’t hear it
Watched me daily disappearing
For just one glimpse of his smile
All those nights he kept me going
Swirled you into all of my poems
Now we’re at the starting line
I did my time
Now pretty baby,
I’m running To the house
We still wait up in that porchlight gleams
To the one who says I’m the girl of his American dreams
And no matter what I’ve done it wouldn’t matter anyway
Ain’t no way I’m gonna screw up now that I know what’s at stake here
At the park where we used to sit on children’s swings
Wearing imaginary rings
But it’s gonna be alright, I did my time
