May Baby

My eyes clung to the Midwest road signs On a highway in the woods You're driving slower, but the car seems to fly And I think it understood That you're a May Baby, you're a maybe on my mind May's too many months, you say "baby, it's fine" Don't you think it's funny and cruel? Got so high off the way that time flew Now I can't go back to the future with you Wrong turns steer right with eyes like green lights So I pull the traffic close It's getting later, start to tell me of poets All the mysteries you've known And when I look out the window, I can see us through the trees When I look out the window, I swear you look at me You're a May Baby, you're a maybe on my mind And May's too many months to make the last three fine Don't you think it's funny and cruel? You first kissed me goodbye as if you knew I can't go back to the future with you Slow down, please I can see the small town lights blowing through the trees Was this what you meant when you swore you measured time? That you'd rather hit and run than stay and get fined I was just your May Baby, just a maybe on your mind And May's too many months to make any of it fine Don't you think it's funny and cruel? Waiting your whole life meant two weeks to you? Don't get me wrong, I just should have known better Proved them right down to the letter I just thought I was worth more to you Sped through limits to just pass through Whenever I look out the window, I still see us through the trees Behind every Midwest road sign, taking you away from me