Sometimes baby, don't you find that the best of things in
life they fly. How come they leave? I just hope that you
find all the things you want to have in life, even if it
ain't me. If it ain't me. You know it ain't you. what must
it be? It must be the truth.
Sweet baby, lady day, I hear the thundering I guess our
clouds are grey. What can I say? I still need you? I still
care? I still remember the way you wore you're hair? The
way you would stair. If it ain't me. You know it ain't you,
what must it be? It must be the truth.