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EI've been tBaking off and landing, but this airport'Es closed
And how much tAhicker this fog is gonna gEet, God only kBnows
AJust when you think that you've got a grip,
ReaElity sneaks off and gives yoFu thGe sAlip-
EAs if you eB/Dver knew wC#mhat it wBas,
TAakin' you dG#mown the lF#mine.
TeBaring through the coEtton fields and bus shelters
Of the SoAuth running helter skelter
Down through the MiEssissB/Dippi DeC#mlta
WiBth no plAace to call your owBn.
Mixing up drEinks with mixed feelings,
AlAl along the paint was peeling
Down to an InEdian blB/Danket on a poC#mny,
WiBth no riAder in the flG#mesh and boF#mne
Lookin' for his buAffalo river hoEme.
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 that you can let it rip
You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips
As if you had someplace else to go,
Or a better way to get there.
Now there's only two things in life,
But I forget what they are-
It seems we're either hangin' on a moonbeam's coattails,
Or wishing on stars.
Just when you think that you've been gyped,
Yhe bearded lady comes and does a double back flip
And you run off and join the circus,
Yeah you just let that pony ride.
Lookin' for his buffalo river home.
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