Buffalo River Home

I've been taking off and landing But this airport's closed And how much thicker this fog is gonna get 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 Takin' you down the lime Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the South runnin' helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling All along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Lookin' for his buffalo river home I've been circling the wagons Down at Time 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 someplace else to go Or a better way to get there Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the South runnin' helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling All along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Lookin' for his buffalo river home 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 The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip And you run off and join the circus Yeah you just let that pony ride Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters Of the South runnin' helter skelter Down through the Mississippi Delta With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling All along the paint was peeling Down to an Indian blanket on a pony With no rider in the flesh and bone Lookin' for his buffalo river home Lookin' for his buffalo river home