Baby, What's Wrong - The Cynics

You didn’t hear me when I tried to tell you

You didn’t see me when I looked so lonely

You didn’t answer when I said, «Where you going?»

You didn’t see the way you drive me crazy

Baby what’s wrong with me

I can’t seem to turn your head

Baby what’s wrong with me

I’m always going home to an empty bed

You got my number, you never use it

You got my choice, but you never choose it

You got those brown eyes, they’re hiding something

If I could open up, I’d let you in

Baby what’s wrong with me

I can’t seem to turn your head

Baby what’s wrong with me

I’m always going home to an empty bed

Maybe some day, there will be a full moon

We’ll be together, in the same room

Open our eyes, see what we’re missing

My hard time is maybe they’re dissing

Baby what’s wrong with me

I can’t seem to turn your head

Baby what’s wrong with me

I’m always going home

Baby what’s wrong with me

I can’t seem to turn your head

Baby what’s wrong with me

I’m always going home

Baby what’s wrong