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Ian |
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Come to my door, baby |
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Face is clean and shining black as night |
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Mama went to answer you know |
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Said you looked so fine |
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Now I can understand your tears and your pain |
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She called you girl instead of your name |
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When she wouldn't let you inside |
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When she turned and said |
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"But honey, she's not our kind" |
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She says I can't see you anymore, baby |
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Can't see you anymore |
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Walk me down to school, baby |
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People acting like they're deaf and blind |
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'Til they turn and say |
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"Why don't you stick to your own kind" |
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My teachers laugh, their smirking stares |
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Cutting deep down in our affairs |
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Preachers of equality |
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They said believe it |
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Then why won't they just let us be? |
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She said I can't see you anymore, baby |
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I can't see you anymore |
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One of these days I'm gonna stop my listening |
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Gonna raise my head up high |
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One of these days I'm gonna spread |
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My glistening wings and fly |
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But that day will have to wait for a while |
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Baby, I'm only society's child |
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When we're older, things may change |
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But for now that's the way they must remain |
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I say I can't see you anymore, baby |
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I can't see you anymore |
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I can't see you anymore, baby |
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I can't see you anymore |
