(Marc Jordan/John Capek). Down below on Baker Street. Lay your head back. On this field of dreams. And close your eyes. There's a few that find love. On Sundays down by the sea. And they wash clean like angels. High above the waves so free. I have no words to say to you. I have no dream to take you to. I have no ring for you to kiss. Baby all I have is this. Pray for grace. Keep the faith. Walk on down the road. Wait for me look for love. Are you fearless reckless. Homeless and all alone. Can you make love heal things. Make my heart go wild again. *I have no words to say to you. I have no dream to take you to. I have no ring for you to kiss. Baby all I have is this. I have no way to hold you now. I have no time to show you how. I have no gold nothing to risk. Baby all I have is this. And she says. It doesn't matter anymore. There's a few that find love. On Sundays down by the sea. And they wash clean. Like angels' wings. High above the waves so free. (*Repeat). All I have is on my sleeve. All I want is your sweet love baby. All I saw was open space. Walk down the road. Fearless fearless. All I have is this.