Ron Greyhart Zoe
How do I, how do I,
get out of here? (Get out of here)
When the love that I have
is the one that you spare… (One that you spare)
Still I wanna carry you back home,
when the summer nights aren't clear.
How do I let go of my habit of
kissing and drying your tears? (Drying your tears)
Still I wanna know,
I wanna know,
if I can simply let you go.
And that your sadness is not for me to bear. (Me to bear)
I have to know for sure
if you can make some love for free. (For free, for free, for free)
Sunday to Saturday baby. (Baby)
Nah.. na, na, na, na…
But hey, Zoe!
Maybe you're just a monster baby. (Baby)
So I wander at times from bar to bar.
Kissing faces, healing scars.
Still my sheets are cold as your heart.
But you make it so, so hard to stay apart.
I have to fill my days with faces.
‘Cause the truce I have with self is about to fall. (‘Bout to fall)
I keep my hopes and head quite low.
But I miss your messed up hair.
How do I, how do I, how do I, how do I
get out of here? (Get out of here)
Still I wanna know,
I wanna know,
if I can simply let you go.
And that your sadness is not for me to bear.
I have to know for sure
if you can make some love for free. (For free, for free, for free)
Sunday to Saturday baby. (Baby)
Nah.. na, na, na, na…
But hey, Zoe!
Maybe you're just a monster baby.
So I wander at times from bar to bar.
Kissing faces, healing scars…
How do I, how do I,
get out of here? (Here)
How do I, how do I,
get out of here? (Get… get out of here)
How do I, how do I,
get out of here? (Get out of here)
How do I, how do I,
get out of here? (Get out of here)
I have to know for sure
if you can make some love for free. (Free.. free)
Sunday to Saturday baby. (Baby)
Nah.. na, na, na, na…
But hey, Zoe!
Maybe you're just a monster baby.
I'm just saying.
I shouldn't be staying.
But you keep on poking the needy in me.
