1967

Last night I took a walk into the back of my mind Through the trash and the warning signs There was a party full of jokes and clich's I couldn't think of anything to say And so I slipped into the men's room there I saw my hair a way it's never been before I took the stairs from my head to my heart I didn't know they were so far apart The heart is like a little chapel somewhere, The pretty lights and the empty chairs But I'm gonna bring a broom next time I'll sweep out all the broken strings I find She walks me down to my private train And lays me down in my sleeping car She keeps my elephant out of the rain And sees to the care of my vintage cars She is the blood of my life Without her I would starve Who you gonna run to? Who you gonna hide behind? Who you gonna turn to When there's nobody home but you? What's a father to do With all theses school-less injuns Running in circles around the wagons What's a father to do With all these monster debts Around my neck On a sad sun deck Oh, my children, the times are jaded The simple life is complicated Oh, my children Now if the dark of the night Arrives in the middle of the day I'm gonna say my prayer For sweetness and light, Gonna fix myself a Coke, And hope it's alright If the bat-winged beast sweep down For a feast on me I'm gonna pin my soul To a hot-air balloon Gonna make it pop And shoot me to the moon Now you've had another piece of my mind, A cup of coffee and a slice of time If you'll excuse me I should say goodbye I gotta go now. --- 1967 - Adrian Belew