Baby wears low rise jeans
lives in a high rise in midtown
cold kisses in the cornfields tonight
then they take you for a ride
down the avenues and alleyways and dead ends
motorcars run out of gas
the light rail runs out of tracks

It's times like these i'm weak in the knees
and my stomach hurts like hell
i guess i should learn to live with this burn
and start moving on myself
you're just like a cloud

Baby likes to keep in touch
with my memories and answering machine
i lost my confidence
to past acquaintances and broken down old taxi cabs

you're just like a cloud
you come and go
and you rain, and you rain