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Text und Musik: Marc Jordan, John Capek

Down by low on Baker Street…

Lay your head back on this field of dreams and close your eyes.

There’s a few that find love on some days down by the sea.

And they wash clean like angels high above the waves so free.

I have no words to say to you.

I have no dreams to take you to.

I have no ring for you to keep.

Baby, all I have is this…

 

Pray for grace.

Keep the faith.

Walk on down the road.

Wait for me.

Look for love.

Are you fearless, reckless, homeless and all alone?

Can you make love, heal things, make my heart go wild again?

I have no words to say to you.

I have no dreams to take you to.

I have no ring for you to keep.

Baby, all I have is this…

I have no way to hold you now.

I have no time to show you how.

I have no gold, nothing to ease.

Baby, all I have is this…

 

And she says it doesn’t matter anymore…

 

There’s a few that find love on some days down by the sea.

And they wash clean like angels wings high above the waves so free.

I have no words to say to you.

I have no dreams to take you to.

I have no ring for you to keep.

Baby, all I have is this…

I have no way to hold you now.

I have no time to show you how.

I have no gold, nothing to ease.

Baby, all I have is this…

 

All I have is on my sleeve.

All I want is your sweet love, baby.

All I saw was open space.

Walk down the road.

Fearless, fearless…

All I have is this...