Bay Area Baby Hop Along

Inside you
Insides, do they hurt?
Are you still stiff of motels and still with that shirt?
20 years don't blame a functional they want you tied
Kick the golden oracle, told you not to

And don't cried, maybe cry
When you're so old your clothes shiver every time you sigh
Roll over on the mattress and see a Caribbean calender from 1933

Think might be it's morning, out in Cal-if-or-nee
All the sap and peaches hanging low
Lord know I've never been myself
Very certain soon I will have to go away from
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
Like he did before