Mother Hips

Tired Wings

Mother Hips


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….