Frances Quinlan
Bay Area Baby
Inside you
Insides, do they hurt?
Are you still stiff of motels and still with that shirt?
20 years don't blame a functional they want you tied
Kick the golden oracle, told you not to

And don't cried, maybe cry
When you're so old your clothes shiver every time you sigh
Roll over on the mattress and see a Caribbean calender from 1933

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

Lover, I tried to be true!
Lover, bay area baby of mine

If you're tired of your accordion, ignore you, said "no"
That is 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 (your head)
Your head is clouded down

Something's always gotta do
Someone's always gotta prove
Baby

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

You say you can’t stand the cold

You know how loud you said