May Baby

My eyes clung to the Midwest road signs
On a highway in the woods
You're driving slower, but the car seems to fly
And I think it understood

That you're a May Baby, you're a maybe on my mind
May's too many months, you say "baby, it's fine"
Don't you think it's funny and cruel?
Got so high off the way that time flew
Now I can't go back to the future with you

Wrong turns steer right with eyes like green lights
So I pull the traffic close
It's getting later, start to tell me of poets
All the mysteries you've known
And when I look out the window, I can see us through the trees
When I look out the window, I swear you look at me

You're a May Baby, you're a maybe on my mind
And May's too many months to make the last three fine
Don't you think it's funny and cruel?
You first kissed me goodbye as if you knew
I can't go back to the future with you

Slow down, please
I can see the small town lights blowing through the trees
Was this what you meant when you swore you measured time?
That you'd rather hit and run than stay and get fined

I was just your May Baby, just a maybe on your mind
And May's too many months to make any of it fine
Don't you think it's funny and cruel?
Waiting your whole life meant two weeks to you?
Don't get me wrong, I just should have known better
Proved them right down to the letter
I just thought I was worth more to you
Sped through limits to just pass through
Whenever I look out the window, I still see us through the trees
Behind every Midwest road sign, taking you away from me