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
Oh another summer
Taking cover rolling thunder
He don't understand me
Splintered back in winter
Silent dinner's 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 up the slammer
I camera flashes welcome brashes
Get the matches toss the ashes off the ledge
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
Watch me daily disappearing
For just one glimpse of his smile
All those nights you 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 where you still wait up
In that porch light 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 wings
Wearing imaginary rings
But it's gonna be alright
I did my time