WITHOUT MY BABY

she's an incident in traffic
waiting to happen
she's burning sage in her room
the moon is in Saturn

can't dim the lights
they're hot as an oven
it's just the way they're wired
all or nothing

I wouldn't make it to next Tuesday
I wouldn't want to without my baby

out to the country
crows in the crossbeams
throughway 87
she's right beside me

I'm old fashioned
I want steady loving
drive through the mountains
with my kind of woman

I wouldn't make it to next Tuesday
I wouldn't want to without my baby

get your winter clothes out now
get your scarves and mittens down
get what you want out of love

you've broken every dish
screamed and shouted
now wrestle up to me by the radiator
tell me all about it

I wouldn't make it to next Tuesday
I wouldn't want to anyway, without my baby

without my baby
without my baby