"Baker St." genre: New Wave
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	A jazzy-cabaret style number about displacement.
	CD: Coma Savant   Label: Uvulittle Records Credits: words and music (c) Stephanie Rearick (p) the Coma Savants, featuring Mike Hagedorn, trombone
	Story Behind the Song This is a story song about displacement. Lyrics X was walking down the big city street past the pawn shop and the laundry and the orange neon sign that said "EAT" When she saw it was a quarter to three she said to herself "Man, what's happened to me? I ought to be home on Baker Street" She'd got her wallet stolen and was clocked on the head, she was feeling pretty dazed and a little she'd bled She wanted a cab but couldn't cover the cost and she had to admit she was utterly lost and far from home on Baker Street where she'd lived six years or so at the end of the cul-de-sac where all the neighbor kids could go and she'd fix them a tasty snack She had a pretty green lawn, Three full baths Two car garage X was going round and round and up and down the street and she frantically stopped everybody she'd meet asked them all the same question, how to get home They all gave the same response, the answer unknown They'd never heard of Baker St. So she went to the police station and pulled aside a cop and said "You gotta help me officer, I need it a lot! I got my wallet stolen early today and on top of that I seem to've lost my way back to my home on Baker St. Where I've lived six years or so at the end of the cul-de-sac It's where I really want to go And I need you to get me back To my pretty green lawn Three full baths Two car garage" The cop said "Sorry ma'am I never heard of a place that matched a description like the one you just gave" He went to the other room and pulled out a map and our poor X fainted when he came back and said "There's no such place as Baker St." "We're sorry, the number you've dialed is not in service. Please hang up and try your call again" So X got herself a waitressing job at the corner diner where the men could slap her ass but she could not be a whiner Then she got a cheap room in a little boarding house It was the first she'd shared a bathroom with folks other than her spouse who may still live on Baker St. Where they'd lived six years or so at the end of the cul-de-sac Where all the neighbor kids could go and she'd fix them a tasty snack They had a pretty green lawn Three full baths Two car garage... Now it's been seven years and the memory has faded and X has settled in and grown a little bit jaded but she has herself a job that pays the rent and she's hard-pressed to say where all the time went since she left old Baker St. ...Last Saturday night X was working at the diner and a man straggled in looking really upset He said "You gotta help me please, I think I've lost my way and noone around seems to know what to say when I ask how to get to Baker St."

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