Frances Quinlan - Bay Area Baby lyrics

Sights, do they hurt? Are you still stiff of motels and through with that shirt? 20 years don't blame a functional they want you tied Kick the golden oracle that told you not to And no one cried, baby cry When you're so old your bones quiver every time you sigh Roll over on the mattress and see a Caribbean calender 1933 Think it might be a morning, out in Cal-if-or-nee All the sap and peaches hanging low Lord knows I've never been myself Very certain soon I will have to go away from here When you but heads with Hawaii, dear Remember what we was when you cry into your cold mud Lover, I tried to be true! Lover, bay area baby of mine If you're tired of your accordion, ignore you, said "no" That is a good doctor, anymore you know he's a figment, even if he isn't He'll never put his hand in your hand And I've seen your head (your head) Your head (your head) Your head is clouded down Something's always gotta do Someone's always gotta do