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| ...Back To My Baby by Billy |
The strength from your love I sometimes use selfishly it's true. I go
to it in my heart, in my mind when all else has failed. When the cold
Ocean's water has me shivering soaked threw, numb fingers battle to
complete their giving tasks before they can thaw. My aching back continuing
it's daunting duty. Mindless labor with no sign of rest ahead I dig
deeper, love harder and feel you fuel me. It's your vision my wandering
thoughts, the heat fills my soul, brings me courage, strength and reminds
me to be safe, work hard and get heading back to my baby.
As the last bit of warming sunlight dips the western horizon swallows
up the golden red sky in turn replacing it with gray. Quickly then
following dark skies with bright stars light my course earths heat escaping
the atmosphere void of clouds I am warm now in the wheelhouse. I am
warm because I have you, your love and support you're vision always with
me and I'll always be heading back to my baby.
to it in my heart, in my mind when all else has failed. When the cold
Ocean's water has me shivering soaked threw, numb fingers battle to
complete their giving tasks before they can thaw. My aching back continuing
it's daunting duty. Mindless labor with no sign of rest ahead I dig
deeper, love harder and feel you fuel me. It's your vision my wandering
thoughts, the heat fills my soul, brings me courage, strength and reminds
me to be safe, work hard and get heading back to my baby.
As the last bit of warming sunlight dips the western horizon swallows
up the golden red sky in turn replacing it with gray. Quickly then
following dark skies with bright stars light my course earths heat escaping
the atmosphere void of clouds I am warm now in the wheelhouse. I am
warm because I have you, your love and support you're vision always with
me and I'll always be heading back to my baby.