[00:00.00] 作词 : Hiatt
[00:19.92]I've been taking off and landing  but this airport's closed
[00:27.39]And how much thicker this fog is gonna get  god only knows
[00:36.99]Just when you think that you've  got a grip
[00:40.62]Reality sneaks off  it gives you the slip
[00:45.27]As if you ever knew what it was  taking you down the line
[00:51.90]Chorus:
[00:52.08]Tearing through the cottonfields and bus shelters
[00:56.79]Of the south running helter skelter
[01:00.57]Down through the mississippi delta
[01:04.38]With no place to call your own
[01:08.46]Mixing up drinks  with mixed feelings
[01:13.35]All along the paint was peeling
[01:16.92]Down to an indian blanket on a pony
[01:20.76]With no rider in the flesh and bone
[01:25.86]Looking for his buffalo river home
[01:47.85]I've been circling the wagons  down at times square
[01:55.47]Trying to fi'll up this hole in my soul  but nothing fits there
[02:04.86]Hust when you think you can  let it rip
[02:08.40]You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips
[02:13.05]As if you had some place  better to go
[02:16.41]Or a better way to get  there
[02:43.17]Chorus
[03:15.15]Now there's only two things in life but i forget what they are
[03:22.89]It seems we're either hanging on a moonbeams coat tails
[03:26.97]Or wishing on stars
[03:32.40]Just when you think that you've been gyped
[03:36.06]The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip
[03:39.93]And  you run off and join the circus
[03:43.14]Yeah, you just let that pony ride