A HOUSE IS NOT A MOTEL

Love - A House Is Not A Motel

R.I.P. Arthur Lee (March 7, 1945 -- August 3, 2006)

At my house I've got no shackles
You can come and look if you want to
In the halls you'll see the mantles
Where the light shines dim all around you
And the streets are paved with gold
And if you don't think so, you can call my name

You are just a thought that someone
Somewhere somehow feels you should be here
And it's so for real to touch
To smell, to feel, to know where you are here
And the streets are paved with gold and
If you don't think so, you can call my name
You can call my name
I hear you calling my name yeah all right now

By the time that I'm through singing
The bells from the schools of wars will be ringing
More confusions, blood transfusions
The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
And the water's turned to blood
And if you don't think so go turn on your tub
And if it's mixed with mud
You'll see it turn to gray
And you can call my name
I hear you calling my name (less)