Hippy Hotel

Your mother’s dead I know a flower’s round her head
Your inheritance left you nothing but her debts
Let’s go runnin through open fields in the summer rain
Let’s go runnin to a better place
Now I sleep on dirty mattresses
Just like a dog on the run
See my world through dirty glasses
Starin up at the sun
Have you ever met a stranger
On the corner of your bed
Tried to rearrange
Just got desperate instead