Gotta Get Back To My Baby - Steve Winwood

I had a drink, I saw a fight

I glanced across the smoke filled room

And I began to think of my baby

I wonder what I’m doing here

All on my own, it isn’t clear

I miss her smile, I miss her touch

I know that I just have to see my baby

I gotta get back, whoa, back to my baby

Gotta get back, whoa, back to my baby

I had to have a change of scene

And rid my mind of everything

The realization came to me

The only place to be was with my baby

I’ve gotta leave this place I’m in

And get back to my love again

I packed my bags and headed home

It won’t be long before I’m with my baby