Baby, started talking crazy. Crazy like from a dream. I'm pointing a finger right at you. And I said baby, "What in the hell. Is that supposed to mean?".
Don't let this dream stop, it feels so right. Nothing means nothing when the dark turns light. Let me wander crazy and stumble back through the night.
Stuffed my heart in a bag and I slammed the back door. If I get home, it'd be a home no more. Took off runnin' in the middle of the night. I was aimed for anything that felt half right.