my blues

It's 8 o'clock in the morning and no baby is calling my name next to me, the coffee is clean, the milk is fat-free, the bread is sanctified, I wonder where you've gone, the nasty heavy-breathing burden!?

where have you gone, where have you gone, and no baby next to me calls my name, the burden is gone, the burden is gone, and the bridge under my feet no longer breaks, the burden is gone, the burden is gone, and the bridge thanks me and says: the water is on the other side, you won't fall down. my milk is clean... my bread is blessed, the coffee is holy, everything is free, and no baby calls my name, the humidity is not an issue, it is raining but the water is clean