I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed

And how much thicker this fog is gonna get, well, 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 taking you down the line Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters

Of the south, running helter skelter

Down through the Mississippi Delta

With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Looking for his buffalo river home 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 you can let it rip

You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips

As if you had some place else to go or a better way to get there Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters

Of the south, running helter skelter

Down through the Mississippi Delta

With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Looking for his buffalo river home Now, there's only two things in life but I forget what they are

It seems we're either hanging on a moonbeam's coat tails

Or wishing on stars

Just when you think that you've been gypped

The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip

You run off and join the circus, ya, you just let that pony ride Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters

Of the south, running helter skelter

Down through the Mississippi Delta

With no place to call your own Mixing up drinks with mixed feelings

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Looking for his buffalo river home Let that pony ride

Looking for his buffalo river home

Let that pony ride

Let that pony ride