Song for a Crying Girl

The killer, he left eleven dead
taking his nightly walk home.
Honey, that reminds me
I forgot to ask,
can I bring you an ice cream cone?

Just like an old man expecting rain
I can feel your tears in my bones
I hear you softly as I walk in the door,
and I don't think you should be alone.
So, honey won't you take those sheets off your head
and turn the lights back on?

I can make you a coffee or sing you a song,
give you a body to rest your on.
People they just aren't good to each other,
but I want to be good to you.

The family, they found their daughter dead,
she'd been missing for so long.
Babe, that reminds me to ask of you
should we have one of our own.

I'm taking about something like forever,
but it won't even seem so long;
I think that I've spent forever
in the minutes that we've had alone.
Now babe, won't you take those sheets off your head
and let me turn you on?

I can make you a coffee or sing you a song,
give you a body to rest your on.
People they just aren't good to each other,
but I want to be good to you.

People they just aren't good to each other.
People they just aren't good to each other.
People they just aren't good to each other,
but
I can make you a coffee or sing you a song,
give you a body to rest your on.
People they just aren't good to each other
But I want to be good to you.
I want to be good to you.
I want to be good
to you.