Take Us Out

Rosy-colored baby won't you help me find my tone.
Make it so you get to know me like you've never done anyone
 else before.
Mostly now I'm thinking of the times when we're alone.
I know I'm one thousand miles out but that doesn't mean you
 have to shout.
You've said too much and now your voice is blown.
Take us out and cross me in that light that you once found.
Take us out and cross me in that light that you found.
Sleeping like a baby crocodile when I get home.
Come on sweetheart, it's just a nickname, now your eyes 
don't need to turn to stone.
Mostly now I'm liking all this mention of my tone.
You may think I'm where it's at but I'm putting on my 
preacher's hat and I'm coming in late but at least I'm 
coming home