Sometimes baby, don't you find that the best of things in life they fly. How come they leave? I just hope that you find all the things you want to have in life, even if it ain't me. If it ain't me. You know it ain't you. what must it be? It must be the truth.
Sweet baby, lady day, I hear the thundering I guess our clouds are grey. What can I say? I still need you? I still care? I still remember the way you wore you're hair? The way you would stair. If it ain't me. You know it ain't you, what must it be? It must be the truth.
That we're through.