I'm watching things that are better unseen.
Out of the window look how the buildings rise,
scratching the sky and the people go crazy.
People go crazy but sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby.
I'm thinking things that are better unsaid.
Though I get uptight I'd be the first to say
Everythings fine. Its OK but it's crazy.
But sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby,
Pure as the sunshine I will be your sweet baby.
All over the land we're like breathing the culture like gasoline.
The throwaway lives we lead make it so hard to believe anything.
I'm thinking you are disturbingly kind though I don't know why.
Your past is black as hell, dark as the night.
You were never a lady, never a lady
But sure as the crow flies I will still be your baby.
Pure as the sunshine I will still be your baby.
Sure as the crow flies I will be your sweet baby.