Tekster: Joan Osborne. Crazy Baby.

And your hands are really shaking something awful
as you light your twenty-seventh cigarette.
Oh, how long have you been sitting in the darkness?
You forget.
And you know you're getting really hard to be with.
And you're crying every time you turn around.
And you wonder why you cannot pick your head up off the ground.

Oh, my crazy baby, try to hold on tight.
Oh, my crazy baby, don't put out the light,
the light, the light, the light.

And they look at you like they don't speak your language,
and you're living at the bottom of a well.
And you've swallowed all the awful bloody secrets that you can't tell.
Oh, you know you ought to get yourself together,
but you cannot bear to walk outside your door.
No, you cannot bear to look into the mirror anymore.

Oh, my crazy baby, try to hold on tight.
Oh, my crazy baby, don't put out the light,
the light, the light, the light.

And your hands are really shaking something awful
as your worries crawl around inside your clothes.
Oh, how long will you be sitting in the darkness?
Heaven knows.

Oh, my crazy baby, try to hold on tight.
Oh, my crazy baby, don't put out the light,
the light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light.
The light, the light, the light