And Ill coming to say goodbye Took inside and maids by buck-bye More than dreams and the bottom come When she would come back, right and well And if you catch me Ill take your time Ride on home in mondays own Of this coldness in my heart And this whole world riding home Sweet baby jane, sweet baby jane Sweet baby jane, sweet baby jane And if you call, Ill come running And if you ask, I will be given And if you need me, I will be there When you rush when the feelings gone Ill give you hope, Ill give you hate By the burdens own, by the sun but it burns on