My pretty baby takes the long way home I love his secrets, but his lies run cold He whispers magic that I've never known He's always near, but he's so hard to hold He's a pastor to the feral youth I'm a natural disaster sweeping through Your town on a summer afternoon My violet clouds ruining your June My pretty baby takes the long way home I love his secrets, but his lies run cold He whispers magic that I've never known He's always near, but he's so hard to hold I think I've met my match And now my odds are stacked I think I've met my match I'm wild, but he's mad The girls, they all gather to hear his prophetic blues Oh, how they shatter when they discover I'm his muse My pretty baby takes the long way home I love his secrets, but his lies run cold He whispers magic that I've never known He's always near, but he's so hard to hold We're a cataclysmic crash Violent in nature, we can't last My pretty baby, now he really knows That wild dreams can be sold He's kissing sweet as his lies unfold And I bewitch him, body and soul I think he's met his match And now his odds are stacked I think he's met his match I'm wild, but he's mad I think he's met his match And now his odds are stacked I think he's met his match I'm wild, but he's mad