Motorhome

The piano scraped a note On the stage in Idaho It sounded like your sleepy voice On the long distance phone The moon is gone or else he turned his head And the canyons dark and all eyes are red But you don't have to worry about finding your way And I wanna do something sweet for you And I wanna buy you a Motorhome Motorhome Someone has been caring for me While I'm asleep and on a dream[?] Was that you oh my far away Surfer Girl Caring for me? And I wanna do something sweet for you And I wanna buy you a Motorhome Motorhome