I`ve been taking off and landing but this airport`s closed 
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows 
Just when you think that you`ve got a grip 
Reality sneaks off it gives you the slip 
As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line 
  
CHORUS: 
Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters 
of the south running helter skelter 
down through the mississippI delta 
with no place to call your own 
mixing up drinks with mixed feelings 
all along the paint was peeling 
down to an indian blanket on a pony 
with no rider in the flesh and bone 
looking for his buffalo river home 
  
I`ve been circling the wagons down at times square 
Trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits there 
Hust when you think you can let it rip 
you`re pounding the pavement in your daddy`s wingtips 
as if you had some place better to go 
or a better way to get there 
  
REPEAT CHORUS: 
  
Now there`s only two things in life but I forget what they are 
it seems we`re either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails 
or wishing on stars 
just when you think that you`ve been gyped 
the bearded lady comes and does a double back flip 
and you run off and join the circus 
yeah, you just let that pony ride