A powerful mist is on the street and it's indoors. When were you last kissed, it says. When were you last playing on the floor and I'm not alone. Though alone right now is how I feel and I'm not a clone. Though there are many running this same deal, I look at the life I've made, thinking maybe I've traded for no baby, no baby, no baby. Automatically, that's the way it happened just years ago. Could that have been me walking blind into what I didn't know and maybe nothing's changed. I'm as blind as I think I'm open-eyed, brainwashed and well-trained, ignoring truth as it pokes me in the sides. And while I'm waiting till wisdom come, cat got more than my tongue and I've got no baby, no baby, no baby. No baby, no baby, no baby. I've got enough to eat. I've got my senses and some real good friends. In winter I've got heat. In summer I've got breezes blowing in. I've got the morning sun and the moon at night just like the song. And I'm not the only one to have this lonesome feeling come along. I've got a lot to be thankful for but today I want more. No baby, no baby, no baby. No baby, no baby, no baby. No baby, no baby, no baby. Ah, ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah.