The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you're going to turn.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
She only asks for him to come and be hers for the rest of time since the world is such a cruel and unforgiving place. They can spend their time together,  their  way. 

Come And Be My Baby