What's The Matter Baby

You Don't Like The Sighs

The Cries Inside

I Know It's A Tough Trip

So Heartbreaking

To Forget Me

So Sweet To Think You Cared Enough

To Stare At The Wheels Turning Round

Screeching To A Halt

When You Echo My Name

How Are The Nights Treating You

With The Sun Breaking Daze

Does It Help Or Hinder

Your Thickening Haze

To Hear That I Don't Care

Of Course This Is Fair

You'd Do The Same If You Had The Chance

To Make It Last

But My Poor

Sweet Baby

You've Had Your Chance