Hey Baby

I stood on your shoulder, yesterday.
I looked at this nasty world
falling apart, falling apart, falling apart.

I stand on the intersection, today.
I stare at my color TV set
crying out loud, crying out loud, crying out loud.

Over that border, people are still people, not monsters.
There's no truth, but perceptions
saying we are lonely, happy, or beautiful ones.
We're gonna believe us,
even they don't want to see the true of us.

The sky is not gonna falling.
It's just a rainy day,
an ordinary day.
So, baby, don't be crying.
I'll be the one who stays.
I'm on your way.

I'm walking down the rosy way.
I'm walking down the milky way.
I'm walking down the silky way.
Hey baby, I'm on your way.