From the recording After New York
- follows two people driving across the country, moving closer with each secret they share.
© 2011 Alan P. MacLeod (SOCAN#: 72986504) Time = 3:50 @ 86 bpm; 4/4; Key of G Maj.
(There's a BLOG entry for this song too!)
She said: Baby don't go there
Baby don't go there Baby don't go where your heart could break Apart. Like sail boats tossed on shore in a storm.
I kept my eyes on the highway As she stared out her window Sayin': "Ya' open up your heart. That's where the knife goes. "Yeah", I said: "Who'd want that." Then we drove along in silence for hours. The rockies turned to prairie Black and gold and open and I thought of everything I shouldn't say.
Baby don't go there
Baby don't go there Baby don't go where your heart could break Baby don't go there Baby don't go there
Baby don't go where your heart could
Break down as hard as the rain slammin' itself against the blacktop. But there was a Joy in her eyes when lightning sliced the sky so I pulled over and we leaned against the car So then I'm babbling like a fool. Her head is bowed towards her shoes And I keep going 'cuz she keeps standing still. We are soaked right to the skin. She grabs my arms and pulls me in as yet another 18 wheeler passes us and fades ... Fades long and slow ... Like a warm night slides into morning. I should tell you 'bout the time I gave a gal a ride to Coney Island.