10 parts Ongoing Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
Another summer taking cover, rolling thunder
He doesn't understand me
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter
He was with her in dreams
Gray and blue and fights and tunnels
Handcuffed to the spell I was under
For just one hour of sunshine
Years of labor, locks and ceilings
In the shade of how he was feeling
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
Now pretty baby, I'm running back home to you
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to