Livingston Taylor
©2003 L. Taylor/Morgan Creek Music (ASCAP)

I'm on the edge and I'm chasing a dream
And my baby don't mind
Coming home with a pocket of nothing
And she still thinks I'm fine
She don't complain 'bout the cold and the rain
And the heartache that we know
She don't mind chasing a dream
To the end of a rainbow

I get a taste and I let it ride
And my baby don't mind
And when I'm blue she takes my old brown shoes
And she gives them one more shine
She puts them on my feet and she says I'm neat
And that my plans gonna work this time

And I'm ready for one more round
'Cause my baby don't mind

We met a thousand years ago
All young and green
And I promised when my ship came in
I'd give her everything
She smiled and gave a little shrug
'Cause she'd heard that pitch before
And I didn't understand as I was holding her hand
That she didn't need anything more
Years go by and all those promises
They've come and gone
But a tear still fills her eye when I sing that old sad song
And she sits there patiently
As I search for one more rhyme

And the candle keeps on burning
'Cause my baby don't mind

She feels bad for the people
Who gotta walk down the road in fear
Hates to see them giving up
When the promised land's so near

She can't believe someone would leave
Good work left undone
She believes there's room at the table
For each and every one

Late at night when I tuck into bed
And she holds me tight
She says, "I'm sorry that it's been so hard
But don't worry it'll be alright
Together we're a family
and we're going to be just fine
Rest your head here in my arms
'Cause your baby don't mind