And I'd tear out the pages,
That I've got in these books,
Just to find you some words,
Just to get some reward,
And I'll show you all the photographs,
That I ever got took,
And I'll play you old 45s,
That now mean nothing to me,
And you're a real gone kid,
And maybe now baby (Maybe now baby),
Maybe now baby (Maybe now baby),
Maybe now baby (Maybe now baby),
I'll do what I should have did.
Now I've stood on your shadow,
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And I've watched it grow,
And it's shaken and it's driven me,
And let me know,
About all the old 45s,
And the paperback rooms,
And it's scattered all the photographs,
Of summers and suns.
And you're a real gone kid,
And maybe now baby (Maybe now baby),
Maybe now baby (Maybe now baby),
Maybe now baby (Maybe now baby),
I'll do what I should have did,
'Cause you're a real gone kid.
I cried and I craved,
Hoped and I saved,
And I put away those souvenirs (souvenirs, souvenirs),
Cried and I craved,
Hoped and I saved,
And I put away those souvenirs (souvenirs, souvenirs).
You're a real gone kid,
And maybe now baby (Maybe now baby),
Maybe now baby (Maybe now baby),
Maybe now baby (Maybe now baby),
I'll do what I should have did,
'Cause you're a real gone kid.
Words and Music - Ricky Ross