O.k. Lyrics - Michael Penn

Baby, calm down 

Baby, come back down to the ground 

Let me hold you 

Let me hold this moment a spell 

I can tell 

That there's really not a lot of options open 

For another kind of aftermath 

You're hoping that there's something else 

That you can do to make it come true 

Make it perfect, make it O.K. 

Light the marquees 

Santa Anas twist through the trees 

And while the line swings 

Putting all your light things with his 

Trouble is 

That there's really not a lot of options open 

For another kind of aftermath 

You're hoping that there's something else 

That you can do to make it come true 

Make it perfect, make it O.K.