I was working when I should have gone to school,
Never got the hang of that college thing,
Still pick up my guitar when I get a chance,
But the band never cut it on the local scene.
Still call up the guys when I roll into town,
We run through the old songs for a laugh,
Somebody always talks about setting up a show,
But it never goes any further than that
But only babies cry,
Only babies cry,
Only babies cry,
Cry.
Tonight I'm flipping through old notebooks, I'm amazed how much I've changed,
Tonight I'm flipping through old notebooks,
Now I'm on an empty page,
But only babies cry,
Only babies cry,
Only babies cry,
Cry.