From dust of distant stars Threats of nuclear war Could you be my 21st century little baby boy? So take hold our hands The world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man When I stare mundanely The moribund stare back at me And I think to myself why would anyone choose to exist where I am? We made love in darkness To a fleeting housing market Could you be my 21st century little baby boy? So take hold our hands The world will need you baby boy to grow into a good man And to put it all into context And you are so naive yet so complex And I just want you to be cognizant Of all your dreams you see in the daylight Cause many things escape my dreams in the night time Don't have the answers but I'm tryin' to make right And baby boy can I offer some insight? Not necessarily a long but a full life It's wonderful when looking at it right