Joan Osborne

And your hands are really shakin somethin awful
As you light your twenty-seventh cigarette
Oh, how long have you been sittin in the darkness
You forget...
Oh, you know youre gettin really hard to be with
And youre cryin every time you turn around
And you wonder why you cannot pick your head up
Off the ground...
Oh, my crazy baby
Try to hold on tight
Oh, my crazy baby
Dont put out the light...
The light, the light, the light
And they look at you like they dont speak your language
And youre living at the bottom of a well
And youve swallowed all the awful bloody secrets
But you cant tell...
Oh, you know you ought to get yourself together