Baby Seat
You left Billy with the kid
And all the selfless things you did with Billy
You left your home town in the spring
And turned your back on everything
You thought your life would just go by
Without a pause to wonder, don't be silly
But you can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
He came down from his retreat
She saw him later on the street
He said "You are the only one
to recognise that I'm the son"
So she bent down and kissed his feet
And that night between the sheets she told him
You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
40 days at sea
Then she turned and said to me
"If we make it back
I'll renounce Jack Kerouac
And all of that romantic crap
Like I'm an artist dont' look back"
Now we're living somewhere else
We keep opinions to ourselves
But still we seek a sneaky peek at heaven
When the working week defeats us
If you think growing up is tough
Then you're just not grown up enough, baby
You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
And all the selfless things you did with Billy
You left your home town in the spring
And turned your back on everything
You thought your life would just go by
Without a pause to wonder, don't be silly
But you can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
He came down from his retreat
She saw him later on the street
He said "You are the only one
to recognise that I'm the son"
So she bent down and kissed his feet
And that night between the sheets she told him
You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
40 days at sea
Then she turned and said to me
"If we make it back
I'll renounce Jack Kerouac
And all of that romantic crap
Like I'm an artist dont' look back"
Now we're living somewhere else
We keep opinions to ourselves
But still we seek a sneaky peek at heaven
When the working week defeats us
If you think growing up is tough
Then you're just not grown up enough, baby
You can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat
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Writer(s): Steven Page, Stephen Duffy
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