Baby of all I've learned, I've read
I'll show it to you
Baby of all I've heard, I've said
I'm telling you true
I hope you fly
That your mad ache would rise
And the lot for your life
To be sweet and ripe
And what you can't stand to say
You'd kneel to pray (everyday)
Baby I'd sell the rain, run wild
Oh to love you good
Don't wanna lose my sense, my stride
Oh but maybe I should