Now, pretty baby I'm running back home to you Fresh out the slammer I know who my first call will be to Fresh out the slammer Another summer taking cover Rolling thunder He don't understand me Splintered back in winter Silent dinner bitter He was with herin dreams Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels Handcuffed to the spell I was under For just one hour of sunshine Years of labor, locks, and ceilings In the shade of how he was feeling It's gonna be alright, I did my time Now, pretty baby I'm running back home to you Fresh out the slammer I know who my first call will be to Fresh out the slammer Camera flashes, welcome bashes Get the matches toss the ashes off the ledge As I said in my letters now that I know better I will never lose my baby again My friends tried but I wouldn't hear it Watched me daily disappearing For just one glimpse of his smile All those nights he kept me going Swirled you into all of my poems Now we're at the starting line I did my time Now, pretty baby，I'm running To the house we still wait up in That porch light gleams To the one who says I'm the girl of his Americandreams And no matter what I've done It wouldn't matter anyway Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up Now that I know what's at stake here At the park where we used to sit on children's swings Wearingimaginary rings But it's gonna be alright I did my time