Baby Ruth in Atlanta
I asked you for a ride
I was lonely and hoping to see you before I left town
You said, "I'm sorry, I'd like to, if only I had had the time ...
Maybe next time around."
And I walked for miles and carried my bags
On streets with no sidewalks in search of a ride
It was me and a Baby Ruth
A chewy chunk of chocolate truth
And here from the bus, I would like to say thanks
Thank you
I had imagined a breakfast of coffee and muffins
And maybe some cinnamon toast
But if I believed I would gain your attendance
I would have provided the Holy Host
And I walked for miles and carried my bags
On streets with no sidewalks in search of a ride
It was me and a Baby Ruth
A chewy chunk of chocolate truth
And here from the bus, I would like to say thanks
Thank you
Thanks a lot
Thank you
Not
Two seats behind me, reclining,
An angel is peering at me now from under a book
She catches me staring and smiles to the window
Again, I'm in love and with only a look
And it must be it's true, I am free
And last night Albert you-know-who spoke to me -
Said "Welcome the solitude, it's your family tree"
And you would have been
Only a heaven…
At noon I will fly to my city, my prison
And you will be forever gone from my life
And soon I'll deny any lingering vision
Of me in some catalogue and you as my wife
I was walking down the road carrying in a heavy load
Feeling and believing that I might have been a prince toad
But no
Like a Sherman tank with money in the bank
I wanna thank thank thank thank thank thank thank
Thank you
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