Rosy-colored baby won't you help me find my tone
Make it so you get to know me like you've never done anyone else before
Mostly now I'm thinking of the times when we're alone
I know I'm one thousand miles out but that doesn't mean you have to shout
You've said too much and now your voice is blown
Take us out and cross me in that light that you once found
Take us out and cross me in that light that you found
Sleeping like a baby crocodile when I get home
Come on sweetheart, it's just a nickname, now your eyes don't need to turn to stone
Mostly now I'm liking all this mention of my tone
You may think I'm where it's at but I'm putting on my preacher's hat and I'm coming in late but at least I'm coming home