Mother Hips

Motorhome

Mother Hips


The piano scraped a note 
On the stage in Idaho 
It sounded like your sleepy voice 
On the long distance phone 

The moon is gone or else he turned his head 
And the canyons dark and all eyes are red 
But you don't have to worry about finding your way 

And I wanna do something sweet for you 
And I wanna buy you a Motorhome 
Motorhome 

Someone has been caring for me 
While I'm asleep and on a dream[?] 
Was that you oh my far away 
Surfer Girl 
Caring for me? 

And I wanna do something sweet for you 
And I wanna buy you a Motorhome 
Motorhome