Back In My Baby's Arms
B. Sheffield - Copyright 2007 - (from the album) Journal on a Shelf
I get lost, can’t find my way
Merely surviving, from day to day
Until I get home, back in my baby’s arms
I don’t know which way to turn
This way or that way, I still get burned
Until I get home, back in my baby’s arms
And when I get there, I’m free from care
I’m safe there from all harm
When I get home, back in my baby’s arms.
Yea I get there and I’m free from care
Well I’m safe there from all harm
When I get home
Back in my baby’s arms
I stumble on, deaf, dumb, and blind
feel like I left, my soul behind
Until I get home, back in my baby’s arms
Then I come down, safe and sound
And I’m free there from all harm
When I get home, back in my baby’s arms
Ooh when I get back in my baby’s arms
I get back in my baby’s arms and everything’s all right
Oh… when I get home, back in my baby’s arms.