Rock This Baby to Sleep

Kate Miller-Heidke

I took a walk through Central Park
The trees were sleeping in the sun
I saw the couples lying on the grass
But you were not with me

I passed a wedding by the lake
There was a bagpiper piping
There were three too many bridesmaids
But you were not with me

I want things back the way they were
I want things back the way they were
I want to rock this baby to sleep

There are twelve hours in a day
But over fifty in a night
I live inside this hot and restless brain
When you are not with me

I want things back the way they were
I want things back the way they were
I want to rock this baby to sleep

If I can’t have what I want
Dear god, let me want what I have