Baby - Lost and Found

Shaved head and her pierced nose

Big rotweillers and her tie-dyed clothes

Dr. Martins with her biker tights

Long black leggings on a hot summer night

And nobody calls her baby

Nobody says «I love you so,»

Nobody calls her baby

I guess she’ll never know

His working boots and flannel shirts

His sympathies buried as deep as his hurts

Long lonely walks with nowhere to go

His only appointment’s with a tv show

And nobody calls him baby

Nobody says «I love you so,»

Nobody calls him baby

I guess he’ll never know

Eighty pounds, she’s hardly whole

Losing her body to gain some control

Hours alone in a tanning salon

Trying a smaller and smaller size on

And nobody calls her baby

Nobody says «I love you so,»

Nobody calls her baby

I guess she’ll never know

Pin-striped suits and wing-tipped shoes

His lap-top computer and his Wall Street news

He makes his plane and keeps his pace

He hides his pain behind a poker face

And nobody calls him baby

Nobody says, «I love you so,»

Nobody calls him baby

I guess he’ll never know

But somebody loves those babies

Somebody loves what we can’t see

And if somebody told them maybe

Those babies would be free