When yer head gets and yer mind grows numb you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you givin' up If the don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one holdin' on And the other starts and the feeling is gone And yer train engine needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street too long And you walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as goes the day And mornin' seems so far away And you the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are And yer desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and alleys And yer sky cries water and yer pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof a-shakin' And yer whole a-slammin' and bangin' And yer of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you say "I never knew it was be this way Why they tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping 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 world's with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone 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 bell's loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been Or yer eyes've turned filthy the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in rush When you faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' queens And makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of magazine around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be That somebody oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer And it bothers you badly when your in bed And no matter how you try you can't say it And yer scared to yer you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer And yer of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer at his teeth And his start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands behind And you wish you'd never taken that detour sign And you say to yourself just am I doin' On this I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the I'm taking In air I'm inhaling Am I up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm In the that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time Who am I helping, what am I What am I giving, am I taking But you try with your whole best Never to think thoughts and never to let Them kind of gain ground Or make yer heart But again you know why they're around Just waiting for a to slip and drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes And you that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer If was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's special you're needin' And you that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to yer brain from bleeding And you something special Yeah, you need something special all You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado To shoot you and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream howler That's been banging and booming and blowing knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that bar no race That won't laugh at yer voice or your face And by any number of in the book Will be rollin' long after the craze You need something to open up a new To show you you seen before But overlooked a hundred or more You need to open your eyes You need to make it known it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you It can't get you crazy no matter how Times you might get You need special all right You something special to give you hope But hope's a word That maybe you or maybe you heard On some corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too "Cause you look an' you getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a bill And it ain't on window sill 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 Hollywood wheat And it ain't on that stage With that comedian on it Ranting and and taking yer money And you thinks funny No you can't it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper And as hell you're bound to tell That no how hard you rub You just ain't find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box Or down any movie star's And you can't find it on the course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Claus And it in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their and bows No not now or no other day Find it on the made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of And it in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a of a penny Who breathe and and bend and crack And before you can from one to ten Do it all over but this time behind yer back My The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and And play games with each other in their world And you can't it either in the no-talent fools That run gallant And make all rules for the that got talent And it ain't in the that ain't got any talent but think they do And they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the Just for a while 'cause they know 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 gotta be that Ain't there no one here knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I God Almighty THAT STUFF REAL"
No but ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other And where do you for this hope that yer seekin' do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's Where do you look for this that you know is there And out somewhere And feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two of windows Your nose can only smell two of hallways You can and twist And turn two kinds of You can either go to the of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn Hospital You'll find God in the church of choice You'll Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And it's only my opinion I may be or wrong find them both In the Canyon At