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