The Mother Hips - Tired Wings lyrics

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….