a group of home recording musicians, recording for fun
Lyrics
Sitting with the baby in a garbage can
could this be some kind of mistake?
We scrutinize the wrappers for some tired facts
which we read in alternate ways.
Baby starts to giggle as he reaches for
a plastic package of soup.
In the garbage light and in garbage air
its meaning's blatantly clear.
Baby, baby, baby's in the sea
swimming with the porpoises for you and me
Baby, baby, baby's in the sky
flying with the sparrows up so very very high
Soup is from the can, and the can is from the shelf
and the shelf just sits there and waits - for
another weekly trip to the grocery store
for food for baby and me.
Soup is from the can, and the can is from the shelf
and the shelf just sits there and waits - for
another weekly trip to the grocery store
for food for baby and me.
Baby, baby, baby's in the sea
swimming with the porpoises for you and me
Baby, baby, baby's in the sky
flying with the sparrows up so very very high
Baby takes my hand as we run away
to a place just babies know - where
sound is in the air of the buzzing bees
and fluffy mountains to climb.
