When yer head gets twisted and yer mind numb When you think too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of busy race No what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine come to the top of yer cup If the got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is And yer train engine fire a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you its wrong And comes up as down goes the day And mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are And yer sun-decked desert and valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can And yer sky cries and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and And yer minutes of sun turn to of storm And to yourself you say "I knew it was gonna be this way Why they tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' and yer jumping from sweat And lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when fryin' And yer jackhammer falls yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it on the street And yer bell's loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been Or yer turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled facing a four flush And all the time you were three queens And it's makin you mad, makin' you mean in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be That somebody oughta be hearin' But it's on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just say it And yer to yer soul you just might forget it And yer get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer tied behind And you you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm On pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm Am I mixed up too much, am I up too hard Why am I walking, am I running What am I saying, what am I On this guitar I'm playing, on this I'm frailin' On mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm In the words that I'm In this ocean of I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your soul best Never to think these and never to let kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart But then again you know why they're waiting for a chance to slip and drop down "Cause sometimes you when the night times comes creeping And you that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain bleeding And you something special Yeah, you something special all right You need a fast flyin' on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you You need a cyclone wind on a stream howler That's banging and booming and blowing forever That yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus don't bar no race That won't at yer looks Your or your face And by any of bets in the book Will be rollin' after the bubblegum craze You need to open up a new door To you something you seen before But a hundred times or more You need something to open eyes You need something to it known That you and no one else that owns That spot yer standing, that space that you're sitting the world ain't got you beat That it got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how Times you might get You something special all right You need special to give you hope But hope's just a That maybe you said or you heard On some windy corner a wide-angled curve
But that's you need man, and you need it bad And yer is you know it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the
"Cause you can't find it on a bill And it ain't on Macy's window And it ain't on no rich road map And it ain't in no fat fraternity house And it ain't made in no wheat germ And it ain't on dimlit stage that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer And you thinks funny No you can't find it in no night club or no club And it ain't in the seats of a supper And sure as you're bound to tell no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket No, and it in the rumors people're tellin' you And it in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie blouse And you can't find it on the course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton clothes And it ain't in the store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and at my skin Look at my skin shine, at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, at my skin cry When you can't sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their and bows No you'll not now or no day Find it on the doorsteps out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of That other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a Who breathe and and bend and crack And before you can count one to ten Do it all again but this time behind yer back My The ones that wheel and deal and and twirl And play games each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent That run around And make all for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any but think they do And think foolin' you The who jump on the wagon for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it And make all of rnoney and chicks And you yell to yourself and you down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I be like that Ain't no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one that knows how I feel Good God THAT AIN'T REAL"
No but that yer game, it ain't even yer race You hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta some other place And where do you look for this hope yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil gushin' Where do you look for this that's glowin' Where do you look for hope that you know is there And out there And your feet can only walk down two of roads Your can only look through two kinds of windows Your can only smell two kinds of hallways You can and twist And turn two of doorknobs You can either go to the church of choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State You'll find God in the church of choice You'll find Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And it's only my opinion I may be or wrong You'll find them In the Grand At