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