Comeback Baby

Last night your dreams were broadcast But no one you know has a television Four crooked apes on horseback You turn the key, but the engine doesn't start We could take it off your hands Return it to the wild Your soul shoots to the moon It's all right yesterday Run to the surf, your arm raised To keep your cast out of the water It always smells like sunscreen The constellation of freckles on your skin We could take it off your hands Return it to the sea Your soul shoots to the moon Soaks you to the bone Second-hand smoke behind the motorcade The stakes are higher now you're older For what it's worth Come back baby, I'm on ice Making the changes You said that I needed to make Come back baby, I'm on ice Making the changes Not acting tough The noise from outside Crawls onto your sheets Lord, make it easy Don't make it difficult Lord, make it end well Lord, make it end well Lord, make it end well