Mother Hips

Later Days

Mother Hips


In these later days we're making 
a living on the taking 
from each other all the things for which we have no further use 

See the people there on Friday 
at the barter fair say 'why pay' 
could I trade you this fine portrait for those shoes 

And I know that I don't know you well 
but holding your hand I can tell 
that if I ever lost you I'd be crazed 

And the sunny field is darkened by 
the shadows I am harken by 
could you hold me tightly through these later days 

Later Days 
later days 
later days 
later 

These commercials have me thinking 
what I drive and what I'm drinking 
are in essence just the things that make me free 

We're not movin' on the freeway 
and there's got to be a new way 
to get my things from point A to point B 

And the sunny field is darkened by 
the shadows I am harken by 
could you hold me tightly through these later days 

Later Days 
later days 
later days 
later