Imagining I'm In My Baby's Arms
A wistful post-breakup song in which a man expresses regret for going through his former relationship like a movie, projecting ideals on his partner rather than accepting her exactly as she was.
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Come
Let us go through the motions of love,
Let us kiss, let us say you-know-what.
I’ll hold you
While you sing
“In My Baby’s Arms”
And I’ll believe I’m your baby.
Come
Let us share spaghetti and meatballs,
Let us ride one noodle to each other’s lips.
I’ll mold you
While I sing
“Moonlight Serenade”
And you’ll believe I’m truly serenading.
Maybe if we waited longer
We wouldn’t have to pretend,
We wouldn’t know that the end
Was waiting just around the bend.
We could go through the motions
Except they wouldn’t be motions,
They would be love itself.
I could hold you
While you sing
“In My Baby’s Arms”
And you wouldn’t have to believe because you’d know.
You’d scold me for molding you
Beyond what you are;
“Moonlight Serenade”
Could trade strings for guitar.
But we didn’t wait;
We rushed right out of the gate,
Except now we hesitate
To decide whether we were too early or too late.
Oh-oh-oh-oh what a dream
To imagine I was in my baby’s arms.
© Sam Hendrian 2023