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Motherlode

 

Well, I'm down in the motherlode

But I stake no claim yet

Panning for tomorrow's gold

In the stream of consciousness

 

I'm just a 9 digit number

On a 4 page form

It's hard to be invisible

But your love keeps me warm

 

(Chorus):

Twisting, twisting in the wind

Like I might get airborne

But I don't know when

 

And I'm covered with barnacles

They come in through the mail slot

I know it's a fool's diversion

But I want what I haven't got

 

(Chorus):

Twisting, twisting in the wind

Like I might get airborne

But I don't know when

Twisting, twisting in the wind         (Down in the motherlode)

Should have thought about it         (Down in the motherlode)

When I clipped my wings         (Down in the motherlode)

 

Down in the motherlode

Down in the motherlode

Down in the motherlode

 

© 1997 Five Firs Music / Bozwell