Story Behind the Song
This song started as a "groove" with a driving beat. The lyrics are not from any of my personal experiences, though I have known some people that are insecure enough that this might have happend to them. I thought I had finished the lyrics and was recording the song when the idea for the dying brother occurred to me as an interesting twist, and very appropriate the mental stupidity / anguish that can occur with such insecurity. All - in -all the song took a total of about 30 hours from putting pen to paper (or keyboard to screen) to mixing the master track. Like all my songs, until I have my own band to help with the recording, I consider it to be a work-in-progress.
Lyrics
Baby
by Bill McClarty © 2003 all rights reserved
Baby, where did you go last night,
When you should have been with me in bed?
You said you’d be up in just a little while,
But you left the house instead.
You must have waited till I fell asleep,
Cuz I never heard a single sound.
When I woke up and called your name,
You weren’t anywhere around
At first I thought I was dreaming,
That a nightmare had come over me.
But before long I knew it was meaning,
That my nightmare had become a reality.
That I didn’t want to see.
I tried to find a reason,
But I couldn’t even think of one.
I saw no justification,
Explaining what I thought you’d done.
I was sure that sleep had left me,
But when my head began to spin,
It helped some when I closed my eyes,
And I guess I fell asleep again.
I tried to forget what had happened,
When I woke up and found you there at my side.
But I couldn’t shake the pain of the memory,
No matter how hard I tried.
I hurt too much inside
I got out of bed and didn’t wake her,
I couldn’t bear to hear her lies.
And I didn’t want her to see the awful pain
I knew I couldn’t disguise.
I was ready to leave, and not come back,
And not say a single thing.
Just before I walked out the door,
I picked up the phone as it started to ring
I found out where my baby had been,
At her dying brother’s side.
I felt so bad because I felt good,
To find out someone died.
I couldn’t be more wrong if I tried,
She never would have lied,
There was nothing for her to hide,
It was just my stupid pride,
Thank God my baby’s still at my side
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