lifeblood: songs: me and my baby

me and my baby
we drank some magic tea
went crusing down the rural roads
aesthetics of poverty

i'm going down for the last time
she shifted to my level
can you receive what you give to me
ah somebody should set you free

in the morning
when you wash your hair
i love those simple things that
make me know your there

come every sunday evening
it's leftovers from the weekend
lost limbs to identify
frustration for the grieving

i got an interstate window
and it's open when i'm sleeping
and every wreck on the highway
is just another heart breaking

and in the morning
when you wash your hair
i love those simple things that
make me know your there

i can't hold back the laughter
i can't hide from you

words and music by amy ray