If I Was A Baby - Ezra Furman, The Harpoons

If I was a baby with nothing to hide

I would be saving prayers all of the time

I would not think of to whom they’re addressed

I’d have my mouth on the mystery’s breast

Little boy blue in the corn with his horn

Pouring out music the day he was born

Son of a gun and it’s holster in love

He can’t remember what he is made of

Ooh…

Teenage Maria is caught in the door

Not understanding what her body’s for

All of the pieces begin to align

Sick to her stomach she feels like she’s flying

Man with a magazine over his face

Wishes that he was in some other place

Life is a waiting room for those who wait

All of it’s terrible all of it’s great

Ooh…

Grandfather Elliott out on the beach

Watching Ma’s paper blow out of his reach

He cannot tell her his soul could be going

So busy always with his bluster and blowing

If I was a baby and I could be blessed

I would sing true love out of your chest

I’d get the paper I’d get myself dressed

I’d keep my mouth on the mystery’s breast

Ooh…