1967 Lyrics - Singles - Adrian Belew

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