Mother Hips. Later Days. Zeneszám

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 movin? 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