And The Baby Never Cries

Well, i've sung out one more evening,

And i'm wrung out, feeling beat.

I walk on out the door once more

To an empty city street.

A good guitar will serve you well

When you're living in the lights

But it's never going to warm you

In the middle of the night.

And so i come and go with her in whispers.

Each and every time she says she dies.

When she is reborn again

I kiss her.

And the baby never cries.

She works in the daytime,

She leave her baby with a friend.

I sing every evening,

I only see her now and then.

I come to her at midnight,

When 'bout half the world's asleep,

And she puts me back together,

In the hours before i leave.

Her apartment is down on perry street,

There's a tree in her backyard.

Her old man had left her,

He just took off for the coast,

And i caught her on the rebound

When i needed her the most.