You.
I count the days now since I saw you last.
I follow the flashlights and dogs in the grass,
Hoping to find you...
I heard them howling and I knew...
I count the ways that I held your small hand.
Nothing they say makes me alive again.
I'm not living without you...
And I will die 'till I've found you...
We wade through stories in the news.
We face the children, just like you.
We wake, and take our hopes for truth.
No other way to move.
500 to a bundle,
Pass her picture out to passers-by.
5 weeks have passed. You seen her?
We still have to try. We have to try.
Might've seen her at the post,
Or her face up at the station,
Might have seen her on the billboards.
Must've heard her name, or something,
On the mouth of a reporter.
Call the number in the corner.
Call the number and-
Bring my Baby back...
I watch the stars blink against midnight blue.
I don't know why they remind me of you.
They leave me as the sun's rising.
They're never gone. They're just hiding.
I'm not alive, just pushing through.
I cling to hope like it's a clue.
I won't survive, 'till I have proof.
The dogs lead me to you.
500 to a bundle,
Pass her picture out to passers-by.
5 months have passed. You seen her?
We still have to try. We have to try.
'Cause what scares us all the most,
Is our own imagination.
Fear, in here, it knows no border.
If you see her on the road,
And you think she looks familiar,
Call the number in the corner,
Call the number and-
Bring my Baby back...
Sometimes, I hear her voice in the middle of the night,
Calling to me, from her room, where she's waiting there inside.
Empty rooms, an empty house, an empty heart, a tortured mind.
The nightmare doesn't go away, when I open up my eyes.
They tell me not to blame myself,
But how can I forgive my hands,
For ever letting go at all, of hers?
If I could have the chance,
I'd take her hand and we would hide,
Somewhere the world would never know,
And I would hold her in my arms so tight,
I'd never let her go.
500 to a bundle,
Pass her picture out to passers-by.
5 years have passed. You seen her?
We still have to try. We have to try.
500 to a bundle,
Stop the traffic! Call her name on high!
She's just a face to you.
She's not your baby, but she's mine!
She's not your baby but she's mine,
So, bring my Baby back...
Bring my Baby back...
I heard them howling and I knew...
I wasn't ready to find you...
Don't want these stories in the news.
Don't want an epitaph of you.
Turn back the world, wind time to-
Bring my Baby back...
I follow the flashlights and dogs in the grass,
Hoping to find you...
I heard them howling and I knew...
I count the ways that I held your small hand.
Nothing they say makes me alive again.
I'm not living without you...
And I will die 'till I've found you...
We wade through stories in the news.
We face the children, just like you.
We wake, and take our hopes for truth.
No other way to move.
500 to a bundle,
Pass her picture out to passers-by.
5 weeks have passed. You seen her?
We still have to try. We have to try.
Might've seen her at the post,
Or her face up at the station,
Might have seen her on the billboards.
Must've heard her name, or something,
On the mouth of a reporter.
Call the number in the corner.
Call the number and-
Bring my Baby back...
I watch the stars blink against midnight blue.
I don't know why they remind me of you.
They leave me as the sun's rising.
They're never gone. They're just hiding.
I'm not alive, just pushing through.
I cling to hope like it's a clue.
I won't survive, 'till I have proof.
The dogs lead me to you.
500 to a bundle,
Pass her picture out to passers-by.
5 months have passed. You seen her?
We still have to try. We have to try.
'Cause what scares us all the most,
Is our own imagination.
Fear, in here, it knows no border.
If you see her on the road,
And you think she looks familiar,
Call the number in the corner,
Call the number and-
Bring my Baby back...
Sometimes, I hear her voice in the middle of the night,
Calling to me, from her room, where she's waiting there inside.
Empty rooms, an empty house, an empty heart, a tortured mind.
The nightmare doesn't go away, when I open up my eyes.
They tell me not to blame myself,
But how can I forgive my hands,
For ever letting go at all, of hers?
If I could have the chance,
I'd take her hand and we would hide,
Somewhere the world would never know,
And I would hold her in my arms so tight,
I'd never let her go.
500 to a bundle,
Pass her picture out to passers-by.
5 years have passed. You seen her?
We still have to try. We have to try.
500 to a bundle,
Stop the traffic! Call her name on high!
She's just a face to you.
She's not your baby, but she's mine!
She's not your baby but she's mine,
So, bring my Baby back...
Bring my Baby back...
I heard them howling and I knew...
I wasn't ready to find you...
Don't want these stories in the news.
Don't want an epitaph of you.
Turn back the world, wind time to-
Bring my Baby back...
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Writer(s): Gerald A Braswell
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