I wonder whether we’ll ever get it together in timenTo enjoy our lives, life keeps passin’ me bynI heard my baby cry late night, wondering whynWhy do we got it so tough, hard to drivenI’m used to steerin’ the wheel and then dealing without a guidenI’ve never stumbled, or crumbled, or fumbled, learned to survivenAnd in time, I got too many times to thinknMy baby might leave if I sinknI coulda been there before themnWhen they was closin’ the doornAnd I guess I wasn’t, so fuck itnThey gotta love it or leave itnThe finer things are deceivingnAnd still my baby’s believingnThat I’m a star on her ceilingnAbout to fly on a feelingn