Baby Blue

Baby blue*
 In the kitchen sun you stand
 Oh your shoulders, oh your hands
 Your weekend plans trapped in the orbit of your bed
 As your heart pounds in your head
 Like a prisoner left for dead
 If he were only dead
 These quiet conversations you've been having with yourself
 Bruise your ribs up with the iron that once belonged to someone else
 I take two steps back and then three steps up
 Still I'd fall back to stand by you
 And back to sleep, baby blue
 For the case was true, yes it was true
 These quiet conversations you've been having with yourself
 Bruise your ribs up with the iron you wish belonged to someone else
 I take two steps back and then three steps up
 Still I'd fall back to stand by you
 Back to sleep by you
 Back to sleep
 But that kind of dream is done
 Nothing lost and no thing won
 And the best is yet to come
 And that old bull dogging my friends I've outrun