The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fastAnd folks is smoking anything that'll burnSome people wrap their lives around a cocktail glassAnd you sit wonderingwhere you're going to turn.I got it.Come. And be my baby.Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrowBut others say we've got a week or twoThe paper is full of every kind of blooming horrorAnd you sit wonderingwhat you're gonna do.I got it.Come. And be my baby.- MAYA ANGELOU