When yer head twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too or too dumb yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion of life's busy race No what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one holdin' on And the starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train fire needs 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 yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's and bangin' And yer minutes of sun to hours of storm And to yourself you say "I knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' chills and yer from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark with yer hands in the air And the world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish they're fryin' And yer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it on the street And yer bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the dirt And you figured you failed in rush When you were faked out an' white facing a four flush And all the you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, makin' you mean in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you be saying That somebody someplace be hearin' But trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it you badly when your 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 eyes get swimmy from the in yer head And yer pillows of feathers to blankets of lead And the mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you And yer flat on your belly yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that detour sign And you say to just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this I'm turnin' On this curve I'm On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm In this air I'm Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too Why am I walking, where am I What am I saying, am I knowing On guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm In this of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, am I breaking What am I giving, am I taking But you try with whole soul best Never to these thoughts and never to let Them of thoughts gain ground Or make yer pound But then you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to and drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times creeping And you fear they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer chapter of dreamin' And you can't for the best of yer thinking If was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that something special you're needin' And you know that there's no that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from And you need something Yeah, you need something special all You a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To you someplace and shoot you back You a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and and blowing forever knows yer troubles a hundred times over You a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer Your voice or your And by any number of bets in the Will be rollin' long the bubblegum craze You need something to up a new door To you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred or more You need to open your eyes You need to make it known That it's you and no one that owns That spot that yer standing, that space you're sitting That the ain't got you beat it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how Times you get kicked You need something special all You need something special to you hope But hope's a word That maybe you said or you heard On windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar And it ain't on Macy's window And it ain't on no rich kid's map And it ain't in no fat kid's house And it ain't made in no wheat germ And it ain't on that stage With that comedian on it Ranting and raving and yer money And you thinks it's No you can't it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a club And sure as hell bound to tell That no matter how you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket No, and it ain't in the rumors tellin' you And it in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box Or down any star's blouse And you can't it on the golf course And Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream hair-do or cotton candy 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 at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my cry When you can't even if they got any insides These people so pretty in their and bows No not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a mache? And inside it the people made of every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a of a penny Who breathe and burp and and crack And before you can count one to ten Do it all over again but time behind yer back My The ones that wheel and and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in sand-box world And you can't find it either in the fools That run around And make all for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the that ain't got any talent but think they do And think foolin' you The ones who on the wagon Just for a while 'cause know it's in style To get kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of and chicks And you to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I be like that Ain't there no one here that knows I'm at Ain't there no one that knows how I feel God Almighty THAT AIN'T REAL"
No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer You can't yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some place And where do you look for this hope yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's Where do you look for oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there And your feet can walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only through two kinds of windows Your nose can smell two kinds of hallways You can and twist And turn two kinds of You can either go to the church of choice Or you can go to Brooklyn Hospital find God in the church of your choice You'll Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's my opinion I may be right or find them both In the Grand At