Lately, I've been thinking of you
and lately, it's been doing me harm
maybe, sooner or later
maybe, it's time to depart

tell my baby gonna be there out on Sunday
tell my baby gonna be on that killing floor
tell my baby I see her singing 'my way'
tell her she can pack her things the way she likes

lately, it's been about what you want
and lately, I'm past giving more
tell me, if I can take what I want
tell me, and you can take what's yours

tell my baby to head on up to Chicago
tell my baby say goodbye to Tennessee
tell my baby I see her singing 'my way'
tell my baby say goodbye to my loving arms

left here feeling beaten, sore and bruised
my pride been hurting since the day I got back home
tell my baby I'm leaving for Elderado
tell her that I'm done playing with fool's gold

tell my baby to head on up to Chicago
tell my baby say goodbye to Tennessee
tell my baby I see her singing 'my way'
heaven gonna help me man, I know she's gone.

All words and music by Dylan Singh

Copyright © 2007 Dylan Singh