Home 
My baby's taking me home 
My baby's taking me home 
My baby's taking me home 
My baby's taking me home 
My baby's taking me home 

As we walk through the morning rain 
And the skies are clearing 
And the streets are glistening 
Streets named for New England trees 
rainbow forms 
But we're both colorblind 
But we can hear what others can't hear 
We can hear the sound of a [bad word] singing 
Home, my baby's taking me home 

My baby's taking me home 
My baby's taking me home 
My baby's taking me home 
My baby's taking me home