Jeannie came home at half-past nine, her baby already in bed
It might have been nice just to read him a story, but she'll watch him sleeping instead
He won't make a sound, so quiet and peaceful, already the love of her life
She whispers as though he just might hear her, I love you, my baby, good night
She's always there, in the middle of the night, to protect him from any harm
When the monsters come out, from under his bed, she holds him tightly in her arms
Night after night, she never complains; no one bears witness to her plight
Through it all, her familiar refrain, I love you, my baby, good night
And all these people, with all their answers, what is she supposed to do?
It's all so easy, when it's somebody else, she could be me or you
She could be me or you.
His father's been gone, since before he was born; he won't be a part of their life
Her crime might be, she forgot to ask, if he wanted a baby or a wife
She has no time to defend or regret, she has other things on her mind
She just hopes he'll never forget, I love you, my baby, good night
I love you, my baby, good night