When yer gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy No matter 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 starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to it And the easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the gets too long And you walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far And you feel the reins from yer are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and And yer minutes of sun to hours 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' chills and yer jumping from And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't found yet And yer in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek And yer gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer 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 the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in rush When you were faked out an' fooled 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 of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball And there's something on yer you wanna be saying somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and in yer head And it you badly when your layin' in bed And no how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer you just might forget it And yer get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers to blankets of lead And the lion's opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you And yer flat on your belly with yer tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last sign And you say to just what 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 space I'm In this air I'm Am I mixed up too much, am I up too hard Why am I walking, where am I What am I saying, am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm In the that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I What am I giving, what am I But you try with your whole soul to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain Or make yer heart But then again you know why around Just waiting for a chance to and drop down "Cause you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last of dreamin' And you can't remember for the of yer thinking If was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from And you need something Yeah, you need special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a track To shoot you someplace and shoot you You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine That's been banging and booming and forever That knows yer troubles a hundred over You a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or face And by any number of bets in the Will be rollin' long after the craze You need something to up a new door To show you something you seen But a hundred times or more You something to open your eyes You need something to it known That it's you and no one else owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're That the world ain't got you it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no how many you might get kicked You something special all right You something special to give you hope But just a word That maybe you said or you heard On windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you it bad And yer trouble is you it too good "Cause you look an' you start the chills
"Cause you can't it on a dollar 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 in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that stage that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and yer money And you it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht And it in the seats of a supper club And sure as you're bound to tell That no 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 in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no house Or any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or candy clothes And it ain't in the store dummies or bubblegum goons And it in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my shine, look at my skin glow Look at my laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any These people so pretty in their and bows No not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper And it the people made of molasses 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 burp and and crack And before you can from one to ten Do it all again but this time behind yer back My The ones that and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box And you can't find it in the no-talent fools That run gallant And make all rules for the that got talent And it ain't in the ones ain't got any talent but think they do And think foolin' you The ones who jump on the Just for a while they know it's in style To get kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like Ain't there no one here that where I'm at there no one here that knows how I feel Good God THAT STUFF REAL"
No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer You hear 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' Where do you look for this candle glowin' Where do you look for hope that you know is there And out somewhere And your feet can only down two kinds of roads Your can only look through two kinds of windows nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can and twist And two kinds of doorknobs You can go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State You'll find God in the church of choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn Hospital
And though it's my opinion I may be or wrong You'll them both In the Grand At