I wonder whether we'll ever get it together in time
To enjoy our lives, life keeps passin' me by
I heard my baby cry late night, wondering why
Why do we got it so tough, hard to drive
I'm used to steerin' the wheel and then dealing without a guide
I've never stumbled, or crumbled, or fumbled, learned to survive
And in time, I got too many times to think
My baby might leave if I sink
I coulda been there before them
When they was closin' the door
And I guess I wasn't, so fuck it
They gotta love it or leave it
The finer things are deceiving
And still my baby's believing
That I'm a star on her ceiling
About to fly on a feeling