Daisies stand up on their tip-toes Clouds tumble over themselves in the sky And all the pretty horses come runnin' to her And even the dust devils break But they'll catch your eye I haunt her house from the outside I watch her bake cornbread and talk on the phone And the wireless on the inside plays a sad sweet song A mute moonlit statue of mine, she waltzes alone But baby, baby, I could call you baby If I weren't so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue And baby, baby, I could call you baby If I weren't so green and dumb The wind ain't stopped blowin' since morning It's got me fro