Tytuł: 1967

• Wykonawca: Adrian Belew
• Wyświetleń: 238

  
   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.