When yer head gets twisted and yer grows numb When you you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's race No matter yer doing if you start givin' up If the don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand on And the other starts slipping and the is gone And yer train fire needs a new spark to catch it And the easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street too long And you start backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome up as down goes the day And tomorrow's seems so far away And you the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain a-pourin' And the lightnin's and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to of storm And to you sometimes say "I never knew it was gonna be way Why didn't tell me the day I was born" And you start chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you 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 gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like when they're fryin' And yer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it but it lays on the street And yer bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned from the sight-blindin' dirt And you you failed in yesterdays rush When you faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you Like in the middle of Life Bouncin' a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you be saying That somebody oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer And it you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just forget it And yer eyes get from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers to blankets of lead And the mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer tied behind And you wish you'd never taken last 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 I'm taking In air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I up too hard Why am I walking, am I running am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm On this 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 ocean of hours 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 whole best Never to think thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain Or make yer pound But then again you why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times creeping And you that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of And you can't for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the that was screaming And you know it's something special you're needin' And you that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer from bleeding And you need something Yeah, you something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a track To shoot you someplace and you back You need a wind on a stream engine howler been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a times over You need a bus that don't bar no race That laugh at yer looks Your voice or your And by any number of in the book be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to up a new door To show you you seen before But overlooked a times or more You something to open your eyes You need to make it known That it's you and no one that owns spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you That it got you licked It get you crazy no matter how many Times you get kicked You need something all right You need something special to you hope But hope's a word That maybe you said or you heard On some windy corner 'round a curve
But that's what you man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too "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 kid's 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 that stage With that comedian on it Ranting and and taking yer money And you it's funny No you can't find it in no night or no yacht club And it in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're to tell no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer stub No, and it ain't in the rumors tellin' you And it ain't in the people are sellin' you And it in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie blouse And you can't find it on the golf And Uncle Remus can't you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store or bubblegum goons And it in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in wrappin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin Look at my skin laugh, look at my cry When you can't sense if they got any insides These people so in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no day it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of That every 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 of a penny Who breathe and burp and and crack And you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but time behind yer back My The ones wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it in the no-talent fools That run around And all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're you The ones who jump on the 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 throw yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I be like that Ain't there no one here knows where I'm at Ain't there no one that knows how I feel Good God THAT AIN'T REAL"
No but that ain't yer game, it even yer race You can't yer name, you can't see yer face You look some other place And where do you look for hope that yer seekin' Where do you for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you for this oil well gushin' do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you for this hope that you know is there And out there And your feet can only walk two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two of windows Your can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and And turn two of doorknobs You can either go to the of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn Hospital You'll find God in the church of your You'll Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though only my opinion I may be right or You'll find them In the Grand At