Bay Area Baby

He is in you
Insides, do they hurt?
Are you still stiff on motels and still with that shirt?
20 years don't blame a functional, they want you dead
Kicked the golden oracle, told you not to

And don't cry, baby, cry
When you're so old your clothes shiver every time you sigh
Roll over on the mattress and see
A Caribbean calendar from 1933

Think might be it's morning, out in Cal-if-or-nee
All the sap and peaches hanging low
Lord knows I've never been myself
Very certain soon, I will have to go away from, away from here
When you but heads with Hawaii, dear, please
Remember what we was when you cry into your cold mud

Lover, I tried to be true!
And, lover, it was nothing true
And true and true and true
Hit the lover I don't do the right way
Bay area baby of mine

If you're tired of your accordion ignoring you, say no
That someone's 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

And I've seen your head
Your head
Your head is clouded down
Cause something's always gotta do
Someone's always gotta prove, baby

I'm miss, I'm missing you, I'm sensing you
When I come into your country
Baby, how will you have me?
When I come into your country
Baby, how will you have me?

When I come into your country
Baby, how will you have me?
When I come into your country
Baby, how will you have me?

Will I be received as if I were a stranger?
Will you cup the phone and tell me to come back later?
Will I be received as if I were a stranger?
Will you cup the phone and tell me what else, to come back later

And you say you hate the cold
Your hands in my hair, white as snow
You say you can't stand the crowd
You know how loud you sound?

You say you hate the cold
Your hands in my hair, white as snow
You say you can't stand the crowd
You know how loud you sound?

Lovers of whiskey
I could not try
Lover, baby, you deny
You can't make it like it was before
Then my dear, I can't forget to love you more
More

We're gonna have to retry that, I'm sorry
Oh sure, where, where?
We rifted the whole thing
Rifted the whole thing
Not singing the words
I hate words