Adrian Belew - 1967

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


Ohmy childrenthe times are jaded


The simple life is complicated


Ohmy 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.