Hippy Hotel - Blue Mountain

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