Motorhome - The Mother Hips
The piano scraped a note
On the stage in Idaho
It sounded like your sleepy voice
On the long distance phone
The moon is gone or else
He turned his head
And the canyons dark
And all eyes are red
But you don't have to
Worry about finding your way
And I wanna do something sweet for you
And I wanna buy you a
Motorhome
Motorhome
Someone has been caring for me
While I'm asleep and on a dream
Was that you oh my far away
Surfer Girl
Caring for me
And I wanna do something sweet for you
And I wanna buy you a
Motorhome
Motorhome
