Artist: Pete Townshend & Ronnie Lane Album: Rough Mix {1979}

My baby wakes in the deep of the night
She doesn't need it, but she says it's all right
My baby digs it, just a rollin' away
My baby gives it up every day
My baby gives it, she gives it away
My baby gives it up every day
My baby, she just gives it away

When you're alone in some city hotel
You can get company by ringing a bell
You might go pick up a girl on the street
But my baby gives it up totally free
My baby's accountant won't cause you alarm
My baby's brother never break a your arm
My baby how, how I love her

She's cheep, ooh, ooh yeah, ooh
My babe, my babe, my baby
My babe, my baby

You better buy yourself an new pair of shoes
And walk for a lifetime on page two news
You better buy yourself electric guitar
You better play, there's no better way to beat the blues
I beat 'em

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

She give it way every day, everyway
My baby just gives it away, my baby

My baby's momma is a singular girl
She brought up her daughter and brought her up well
I'm breathing no more, cos she took it away
My baby gives it up every day
My baby gives it, she gives it away
My baby gives it up every day

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
How I love her, yeah

My baby, my baby, she just gives it away, yeah
My baby, my baby, she just gives it away
My baby, my baby gives it away
Let me tell you, my baby, she just gives it away
My baby, every day
My baby gives it up every day
My baby gives it, just gives it away

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drive just slow for this dream never ends
All my family and all of my friends know there's nowhere to run

In the morning they head for the sun
Leave your shadows behind what ya done
I have tried but I never have won
Because there's nowhere to run

Well, Michael's rowing
Where's he's going
What's he saying
But that's right, yeah, that's right

Ghost of old sailor long since been dead
Smoking his pipe and he's scratching his head
It's bad news but I heard what is said
He said there's no where to run

Michael's rowing
Where's he's going
What's he saying
But that's right, that's right

Make no sail for a gift of the wind
Drive just slow for this dream never ends
All my family and all of my friends know there's nowhere to run

INSTRUMENTAL

Oh, look, stand tall, Annie
See the world grow small, Annie
But when they it fall, Annie, when will we be

Winter has come, Annie
No friends in the sun, Annie
And when it's gone, Annie where shall we be

When ll those colors have faded
When old Jack comes to call
Don't tell him no, tell him maybe
Oh, now, Annie, may God bless us all
Oh, yeah, Annie, God bless us all

Hear the children, they call, Annie
Every leaf must fall, Annie
God bless us all, Annie, where ever we'll be

River's getting higher
No wood for the fire
They saw the messiah
But I guess I missed him again
That brings my score to a hundred and ten

The water's getting closer
Better ring up the grocer
Stack up the potatoes
Oh, Jack are you ever coming back
Will your operatic soul turn black

Keep me turning, oh, keep me on
Keep me burning for your sun
Keep me turning, don't you leave me till the very last

Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning while I hand in my backstage pass

Children are smiling
Parents are wining
Bow-tie tying
For the big day ahead real soon
Is there really gonna be no room

I've got a ticket
Just gotta get past the picket
They say that the trick is to walk in backwards
Like your walking out
I guess the Lord's wearing glasses now

Keep me turning, oh, keep me on
Keep me burning for your sun
Keep me turning, don't you leave me till the very last

Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning while I hand in my backstage pass

Keep me turning, keep me on
Keep me burning for your sun
Keep me turning, don't you leave me till the very last

Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning while I hand in my backstage pass

Keep me turning, keep me turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning
Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning

I'm on my own, I'm all alone
I sow no seeds there now, my heart is home
And I guess this party is over because I'm on my own
My friends they say's hello

My dancer fool, my skies were blue
But I've got wise and I acted like a fool
And now my nights, the morning after feeling like a fool
I'm feeling black and blue

Well, all them backstreet women, wooh
All that homemade liquor's left me here
Well, just like some old bottle
That the tide has left washed up beneath the pier
There's a message in here somewhere

This story's old, this heart is cold
This old street corner has heard it all before
But if I can bum just one more one
I'll say so long, hear, I'm a going home

Well, last night the joint was jumping, yeah
With all those small ass gamblers and more booze
Well, they must have seen me coming
Cos these cradle marks, they're pretty hard to lose 
I bet years from now

Oh, this story's old, this heart is cold
Well, this old trash can seen it all before
But if I can bum just one more one
I'll say so long, ya hear, I'm a going home
I'll say so long, ya hear, I'm going home
I'll say so long, I guess I'm on my own
I'll say so long, this one's down the road, woo

Just wanna be misunderstood
Wanna be feared in my neighborhood
Just wanna be a moody man
Say things that nobody can understand

I wanna be obscure and oblique 
Inscrutable and vague, so hard to pin down
I wanna leave open mouths when I speak
Want people to cry when I put them down

I wanna be either old or young
Don't like where I've ended up or where I begun
I always feel I must get things in the can
I just can't handle it the way I am

Why am I so straight and simple
People see through me like I'm made of glass
Why can't I deepen with graying temples
Am I growing out of my class

I always feel I should be somewhere else
I feel impatient like a girl on the shelf
They say that I should live - sera, sera
But I am such an ordinary star

Cool walking, smooth talking, straight smoking, fire stoking
Cool walking, smooth talking, yeah

Just wanna be misunderstood
I wanna be feared in my neighborhood
Just wanna be a moody man
Say things that nobody can understand

Cool walking, smooth talking, straight smoking, fire stoking
Cool walking, smooth talking, straight smoking, fire stoking

Cool walking, smooth talking, straight smoking, fire stoking, yeah

Hey, baby

She said, "I'll see you in the morning, darling
I see you when the kids have gone to school
Oh, well, I know tomorrow is your birthday
I know you know that you're are an April fool
We used to roam so freely, it's been so long
I took my dreams to bed, now, where they belong, long gone."

She said, "There's dust and cobwebs on your north star
There's no more fussing campfires in your hair
I'll see your wheels, there rusting in the backyard
I know that we're not going anywhere
We used to roam so freely, it's been so long
I took my dreams to bed, now, where they belong, long gone."

Street in the city, street in the city on a working day
Street in the city, street in the city on a working day
There's a man up on that ledge, he's only cleaning windows
What a shame, who's to blame for the pain we're missing
Gonna lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall

See that man going in the bank with a blue suit
He's carrying a bag full of very important paper
There's old Mac trying to busk with his new flute
Did you read about the Cambridge raper

Street in the city, street in the city on a working day
Street in the city, street in the city on a working day
Those girls pass every day, they seem to think I'm funny
It's just a game that they're playing till they can claim their personal man
Gonna lean back on my wall and pray for her knickers to fall

See that woman with a bun in her hair
Don't she know that ain't still done anywhere
See that man going in the Wigham Pen
He was charged with telling lies again

I see the world go by as I lean against my wall
I watch as Fleet Street makes new heroes rise and fall
The news is written in the eyes of us all
One is a sinner, the next is a saint - but most of us worry bout showing up late

I'm gonna lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall

Street in the city, street in the city on a working day
Street in the city, street in the city on a working day
There's a man up on that ledge, he's only cleaning windows
What a shame, who's to blame for the pain

Johnny boy, he's always propping up the bar
He's sees life crystallized through his jar
He says he only lives for beer
But deep in his heart is a cry of fear

Give me a heart to hang onto
Give me a soul that's tailored new
Give me a heart to hang onto
A heart to hang onto

Oh, Sally seems to get bigger everyday
She evens out in a contented way
A finger on the pulse of every guy
But deep in the night you can hear her cry

Give me a heart to hang onto
Give me a life that's tailored new
Give me a heart to hang onto 
Oh, please, a heart to hang onto

Give me heart to hang onto
Give me a soul that's tailored new
Give me a heart to hang onto, oh yeah

Give me a heart to hang onto

Danny, he wants to save for a new guitar
He's going to learn to play but he won't get far
He thinks it's an easy going high
But his whole life is just another try

Give me a heart to hang onto
Give me a suit that's tailored true
Give me a heart to hang onto
A heart to hang on

I need a heart, I need a heart
I need a heart to
I need a heart to hang onto, to hang onto, to hang onto, to hang on
I need a heart to hang onto, to hang onto, to hang onto, yeah
To hang onto, to hang onto, to hang onto, to hang onto
To hang onto, to hang onto, to hang onto, to hang onto

Till the rivers all run day
Till the sun falls from the sky
Till life on earth is through
I'll be needing you

I know sometimes you may wonder
From little things I say and do
But there's no need for you to wonder
If I need you, cos I'll need you

Till the rivers all run day
Till the sun falls from the sky
Till life on earth is through
I'll be needing you

Too many times I don't tell you
Too many things get in the way
And even though sometimes I hurt you
Still you show me in every way

Till the rivers all run day
Till the sun falls from the sky
Till life on earth is through
I'll be needing you