Maybe Baby from Kith & Kin by John Bickel

It’s just like me to wait too long.
Just like me to question every question.
to let it ruminate, let it germinate,
but now I’m running late
I come back a mile behind.

And I can’t remember what the real question was
It’s running through my mind, running through my mind
running through my mind.
But why can’t I stay where my heart is?

Whoa, maybe baby:
Maybe if I stuck to my guns, I’d be better
a better man than I am to lend a hand.
Maybe if I stuck to my guns, I’d be stronger
A stronger man for my girl.

I see you’re face, you wait for me.
I see you tap your foot with a question.
But let it ruminate, let it germinate,
‘cause now I’m running late
I come back a mile behind.

And I can’t remember your face anymore.
It’s running through my mind, running through my mind
running through my mind.
But why can’t I stay where my heart is?

Whoa, maybe baby:
Maybe if I stuck to my guns, I’d be better
a better man than I am to lend a hand.
Maybe if I stuck to my guns, I’d be stronger
A stronger man for my girl.

And I can’t remember what the real question was
It’s running through my mind, running through my mind
running through my mind.
And why can’t I stay where my heart is?

Whoa, maybe baby:
Maybe if I stuck to my guns, I’d be better
a better man than I am to lend a hand.
Maybe if I stuck to my guns, I’d be stronger
A stronger man for my girl.

Maybe if I stuck to my guns, I’d be better
a better man than I am to lend a hand.
Maybe if I stuck to my guns, I’d be stronger
A stronger man for my girl.

• Rock
• blues
• folk
• harmony
• synthesizers
• Philadelphia