Tired Wings

You gotta 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 we

The room has crews of California coastline

But an empty sail can bring it home no better

Than a guitar with no strings

And the weary voice is not the one that sings

Tired weary

Take me home, wings

There are phases I remember

But I really wasn't there

It's like the information super pipeline love affair

I said, yeah, how long

And the weary voice is not the one that sings

Tired wings, tired wings take me home, and now I'm ready to go, yeah.