Am7
baby steps

your taking baby steps
              F            Am7
every one you take ends up wrong

baby steps

your still taking baby steps
	 F                                  Am7
it won't matter you can take them all night long 
             F 
but when the winter comes
       D       G
you're still a thousand miles from home

Am
when are you coming back
             C
back to your senses
Am
every one sees through
            C
all of your pretenses
Am
idle hands idle minds peaking through their dusty blinds
C
we sit and stare at flashing lights that saturate our dusty minds