Later Days - The Mother Hips
In these later days we're making
A living on the taking
From each other all the things
For which we have no further use
See the people there on Friday
At the barter fair say why pay
Could I trade you
This fine portrait for those shoes
And I know that I don't know you well
But holding your hand I can tell
That if I ever lost you I'd be crazed
And the sunny field is darkened by
The shadows I am harken by
Could you hold me tightly
Through these later days
Later Days
Later days
Later days
Later
These commercials have me thinking
What I drive and what I'm drinking
Are in essence just the things
That make me free
We're not move in on the freeway
And there's got to be a new way
To get my things from point A to point B
And the sunny field is darkened by
The shadows I am harken by
Could you hold me tightly
Through these later days
Later days
Later days
Later days
Later
Later days
Later days
Ha ha
