I've been taking off and landing
But this airport's closed
And how much thicker this fog
Is gonna get well God only knows
Just when you think
That you've got a grip
Reality sneaks off
It gives you the slip
As if you ever knew
What it was taking you down the line
Tearing through the cotton
Fields and bus shelters
Of the south running helter skelter
Down through the Mississippi Delta
With no place to call your own
Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings
All along the paint was peeling
Down to an Indian blanket on a pony
With no rider in the flesh and bone
Looking for his buffalo river home
I've been circling the wagons
Down at Times Square
Trying to fill up this hole in
My soul but nothing fits there
Just when you think
You can let it rip
You're pounding the pavement
In your daddy's wingtips
As if you had some place else
To go or a better way to get there
Tearing through the cotton fields
And bus shelters
Of the south running helter skelter
Down through the Mississippi Delta
With no place to call your own
Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings
All along the paint was peeling
Down to an Indian blanket on a pony
With no rider in the flesh and bone
Looking for his buffalo river home
Now there's only two things in life
But I forget what they are
It seems we're either hanging
On a moonbeam's coat tails
Or wishing on stars
Just when you think that
You've been gypped
The bearded lady comes
And does a double back flip
You run off and join the circus
Ya you just let that pony ride
Tearing through the cotton
Fields and bus shelters
Of the south running helter skelter
Down through the Mississippi Delta
With no place to call your own
Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings
All along the paint was peeling
Down to an Indian blanket on a pony
With no rider in the flesh and bone
Looking for his buffalo river home
Let that pony ride
Let that pony ride
Let that pony ride
