Joan Osborne - Crazy Baby

And your hands are really shakin' somethin' awful As you light your twenty-seventh cigarette Oh, how long have you been sittin' in the darkness You forget... Oh, you know you're gettin' really hard to be with And you're cryin' every time you turn around And you wonder why you cannot pick your head up Off the ground... Oh, my crazy baby Try to hold on tight Oh, my crazy baby Don't put out the light... The light, the light, the light And they look at you like they don't speak your language And you're living at the bottom of a well And you've swallowed all the awful bloody secrets But you can't tell... Oh, you know you ought to get yourself together But you cannot bear to walk outside your door No, you cannot bear to look into the mirror Anymore... Oh, my crazy baby Try to hold on tight Oh, my crazy baby Don't put out the light... The light, the light, the light And your hands are really shakin' somethin' awful As your worries climb around inside your clothes Oh, how long will you be sittin' in the darkness Heaven knows... Oh, my crazy baby Try to hold on tight Oh, my crazy baby Don't put out the light... The light, the light, the light The light...