If I was a baby with nothing to hidenI would be saving prayers all of the timenI would not think of to whom they're addressednI'd have my mouth on the mystery's breastnnLittle boy blue in the corn with his hornnPouring out music the day he was bornnSon of a gun and it's holster in lovenHe can't remember what he is made ofnnOooohnnTeenage Maria is caught in the doornNot understanding what her body's fornAll of the pieces begin to alignnSick to her stomach she feels like she's flyingnnMan with a magazine over his facenWishes that he was in some other placenLife is a waiting room for those who waitnAll of it's terrible all of it's greatnnOooohnnGrandfather Elliott out on the beachnWatching Ma's paper blow out of his reachnHe cannot tell her his soul could be goingnSo busy always with his bluster and blowingnnIf I was a baby and I could be blessednI would sing true love out of your chestnI'd get the paper I'd get myself dressednI'd keep my mouth on the mystery's breastnnOooohn