My pretty baby.
Where did you go, sweet little lady?
Iím humming this song and hoping that maybe
My voice will travel through the sky
(A little too hopeful, but I have to try)
So lay down on your pillow of clouds,
Strain to hear
Iím looking for your haven, but the sky is clear
Where is your kingdom?
They said it would get easier
But the day hasn't come
I wake up to the smell of grass
Cut, so fresh
But the scent wonít last
The stains stay green
But memories fade
We rolled in circles on that hill
Too old to play, too young to kill
And you loved that smell
So I canít sit still
Such a worn-out lament
And missing you
Is an understatement