My mama was the cold North wind,
My daddy was the son, of a railroad man from west of hell,
Where the trains don’t even run…
Never heard the whistle of a southbound freight,
Or the singing of it’s driving wheel,
No I, never did no wanderin’
Never did no wanderin’
Never did no wanderin’ after all.
My Daddy was a Gibson
My Mama was a Fender
That’s why they call me Mindbender
Mindbender. That’s my name
You better believe it
It was a mind-bending thing
It was late in the evening
And I blew that room away
Here comes the helicopter, second time today
Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they’ve murdered only God can say, hey
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher, I’d make somebody pay
Here comes the White Bird
On its long way down
There goes the feeling
As it hits the ground
I’ve the seen the valleys
From way up high
Rode through the cities
Of ecstatic skies
Night time on the City Of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis Tennessee
Halfway home - we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea
But, all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
And the steel rail still ain’t heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again - the passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues
I’ve been working on the railroad
All the live-long day.
I’ve been working on the railroad
Just to pass the time away.
And the train conductor says
“Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
We’ve been on this shift too long.”
And the train conductor says,
“Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break.
We can reach our destination, but it’s still a ways away”
But it’s still a ways away
But it’s still a ways away
But it’s still a ways away
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There’s only so much more that he can take
Many miles away, something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
I was riding in the car with my mum and dad,
He was driving the car, the kids were driving him mad.
Dad looked at us, then he looked at his wife,
He must have wondered where we all came from.
And then mum said, “Dad, you know it won’t last for long,
Before you know it, summer’s gone.”
Winter is here again, oh Lord
Haven’t been home in a year or more
I hope she holds on a little longer
Sent a letter on a long summer day
Made of silver, not of clay
I’ve been runnin’ down this dusty road
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord
Wind’s in the east, there’s a mist comin’ in.
Like somethin’ is brewin’ and 'bout to begin.
Can’t put me finger on what lies in store,
But I feel what’s to happen all happened before.
It can happen to you
It can happen to me
It can happen to everyone eventually
As you happen to say
It can happen today
As it happens it happens in every way
There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
Hope you can see what that’s done to me
But I don’t care to look into your eyes
There’s no explanation
There’s no explanation
There’s no explanation
There’s no complication
I need some:
further complications.
Further complications in store.
Your life is just a carrier-bag.
Well I cut down women, I cut down booze,
I stopped ironing my shirts, cleaning my shoes,
I stopped going to work, stopped reading the news,
I sit and twiddle my thumbs cause I got nothing to do,
Minimal exercise,
To help uncomplicate my life.
Gotta stand and face it:
Life is so complicated.
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you’re
Acting like you’re somebody else, gets me frustrated
Someone tell me why
I do the things that I don’t want to do
When you’re around me, I’m somebody else
Someone tell me why I act like a fool
When things don’t go my way
When you’re around me, I’m somebody else