'Cause I'd tear out the pages

That I've got in these books

Just to find you some words

Just to get some reward

And I'll show you all the photographs

That I ever got took

And I'll play you old 45's

That now mean nothing to me

And you're a real gone kid

And maybe now, baby

(Maybe now baby)

Maybe now, baby

(Maybe now, baby)

Maybe now, baby

(Maybe now, baby)

I'll do what I should have did

Now I've stood on your shadow

And I've watched it grow

And it's shaken and it's driven me

And let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know

About all the old 45's

And the paperback rooms

And it's scattered all the photographs

Of summers and suns

And you're a real gone kid

And maybe now, baby

(Maybe now, baby)

Maybe now, baby

(Maybe now, baby)

Maybe now, baby

(Maybe now, baby)

I'll do what I should have did

'Cause you're a real gone kid

Cried and I craved, hoped and I saved

And I put away those souvenirs, souvenirs, souvenirs

I cried and I craved, hoped and I saved

And I put away those souvenirs, souvenirs, souvenirs

You're a real gone kid

And maybe now, baby

(Maybe now, baby)

Maybe now, baby

(Maybe now, baby)

Maybe now, baby

(Maybe now, baby)

I'll do what I should have did

'Cause you're a real gone kid, oh

'Cause you're a real gone kid

You're a real gone kid

(Do what I should have done)

'Cause you're a real gone kid

(Do what I should have done)

'Cause you're a real gone kid