Unfinished Thought

What's the matter baby
you don't like the sighs
the cries inside
I know it's a tough trip
so heartbreaking
to forget me
So sweet to think you cared enough
to stare at the wheels turning round
screeching to a halt
When you echo my name
How are the nights treating you
with the sun breaking daze
Does it help or hinder
your thickening haze
To hear that i don't care
of course this is fair
you'd do the same if you had the chance
To make it last
But my poor
sweet baby
you've had your chance