Babette
A better man, a cast away
A ball and chain behind
A story told that breaks the walls
Of a family tree

Oh it happens again just say it always ends
On a movie screen, a stolen dream comes
A castaway of change

A better place to rest your head
A bed of white cotton
The added dream, a new city
A bed of white cotton

Oh it happens again, they say it never ends
The month of June will come too soon
And what wasn't true will break

I tossed and I turned I could not sleep
The voice of a child can make you weak
Just say you will speak
The month of June will come too soon
And what was not true will break