Lyrics: Mother Hips. Later Days. Tired Wings.

You got to take me home for seven days
And take me where a girl can wrap me up in her womanly things
And the weary voice is not the one that sings
Tired wings

The rumors cruise the California coastline
But an empty cell can bring it home no better
Than a guitar with no strings
And the weary voice is not the one that sings

Tired wings
Take me home wings?

There are faces I remember but I really wasn?t there
Just like the information superpipeline love affair
You know the weary voice is not the one that sings?.

Tired wings

Tired wings take me home
You know I?m ready to go home?.