[00:01.91]When your head gets twisted and your mind grows numb
[00:04.15]When you think you're too old, too young,
[00:05.60]Too smart or too dumb
[00:07.63]When you're laggin' behind and losin' your pace
[00:09.63]In a slow motion crawl of life's busy race
[00:12.33]No matter what you're doing, if you start givin' up
[00:14.07]If the wine don't come to the top of your cup
[00:16.31]If the winds got you sideways with, with one hand holdin' on
[00:18.79]And the other starts slippin' and the feelin' is gone
[00:21.14]And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
[00:23.58]And the woods' easy findin' but you're lazy to fetch it
[00:26.67]And your sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
[00:29.27]And you start walkin' backwards though you know it's wrong
[00:31.43]And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
[00:33.92]And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
[00:35.99]And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin'
[00:38.28]And your rope is a slidin' 'cause your hands are a drippin'
[00:40.44]And your sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
[00:42.49]Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
[00:45.89]And your sky cries water and your drain pipes a pourin'
[00:48.79]And the lightnin's a flashin' and the thunders a crashin'
[00:51.03]And the windows are rattlin' and breakin'
[00:52.44]And the roof tops a shakin'
[00:53.53]And your whole world's a slammin' and bangin'
[00:55.58]And your minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
[00:57.27]And to yourself, you sometimes say
[00:59.15]"I never knew it was gonna be this way
[01:00.55]Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?"
[01:02.73]And you start gettin' chills and you're jumpin' from sweat
[01:04.92]And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
[01:07.42]And you're knee-deep in the dark water with your hands in the air
[01:09.77]And the whole world's a watchin' with a window peek stare
[01:11.97]And your good gal leaves and she's long gone a flyin'
[01:14.11]And your heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
[01:17.22]And your jackhammer falls from your hand to your feet
[01:19.36]And you need it badly but it lays on the street
[01:21.67]And your bells bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
[01:24.26]And you think your ears might been hurt
[01:25.75]Or your eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
[01:28.45]And you figured you failed in yesterday's rush
[01:30.32]When you were faked out, an fooled white facin' a four flush
[01:32.72]And all the time you were holdin' three queens
[01:34.71]And it's makin' you mad, it's makin' you mean
[01:36.31]Like in the middle of life magazine
[01:37.95]Bouncin' around a pinball machine
[01:39.94]And there's somethin' on your mind you wanna be sayin'
[01:41.81]That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
[01:44.37]But it's trapped on your tongue and sealed in your head
[01:46.47]And it bothers you badly when you're layin' in bed
[01:48.64]And no matter how you try, you just can't say it
[01:50.59]And you're scared to your soul, you just might forget it
[01:52.69]And your eyes get swimmy from the tears in your head
[01:54.62]And your pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
[01:56.76]And the lion's mouth opens and your starin' at his teeth
[01:59.11]And his jaws start closin' with you underneath
[02:01.10]And you're flat on your belly with your hands tied behind
[02:03.40]And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
[02:05.64]And you say to yourself, just what am I doin'?
[02:08.02]On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
[02:11.14]On this curve I'm hangin', on this pathway I'm strollin'
[02:13.51]In the space I'm takin', in this air I'm inhalin'"
[02:16.00]Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard?
[02:18.36]Why am I walkin', where am I runnin'?
[02:20.04]What am I sayin', what am I knowin'
[02:21.40]On this guitar I'm playin', on this banjo I'm frailin'?
[02:24.10]On this mandolin I'm strummin'
[02:25.50]In the song I'm singin', in the tune I'm hummin'
[02:27.61]In the words I'm thinkin', in the words that I'm writtin'
[02:30.82]In this ocean of hours, I'm all the time drinkin'
[02:33.30]Who am I helpin', what am I breakin'?
[02:34.82]What am I givin', what am I takin'?
[02:36.81]But you try with your whole soul best
[02:38.38]Never to think these thoughts and never to let
[02:40.08]Them kind of thoughts gain ground or make your heart pound
[02:42.83]But then again, you know why they're around
[02:44.28]Just waitin' for a chance to slip and drop down
[02:47.08]'Cause sometimes you hear 'em
[02:48.11]When the night times comes creepin'
[02:49.31]And you fear that they might catch you a sleepin'
[02:50.86]And you jump from your bed, from your last chapter of dreamin'
[02:53.42]And you can't remember for the best of your thinkin'
[02:55.07]If that was you in the dream that was screamin'
[02:57.67]And you know that it's somethin' special you're needin'
[02:59.43]And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
[03:01.19]And no liquor in the land to stop your brain from bleedin'
[03:04.24]And you need somethin' special
[03:05.21]You need somethin' special, all right
[03:06.68]You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
[03:08.96]To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
[03:11.56]You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
[03:13.90]That's been bangin' and boomin' and blowin' forever
[03:15.75]That knows your troubles a hundred times over
[03:20.01]That won't laugh at your looks, your voice or your face
[03:21.95]And by any number of bets in the book
[03:17.84]You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
[03:23.25]Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
[03:25.71]You need somethin' to open up a new door
[03:27.42]To show you somethin' you seen before
[03:28.72]But overlooked a hundred times or more
[03:30.97]You need somethin' to open your eyes
[03:32.22]You need somethin' to make it known
[03:33.51]That it's you and no one else that owns
[03:35.05]That spot that you're standin', that space that you're sittin'
[03:37.20]That the world ain't got you beat
[03:39.31]That it ain't got you licked
[03:40.21]It can't get you crazy, no matter how many times
[03:42.09]You might get kicked
[03:43.43]You need somethin' special all right
[03:44.68]You need somethin' special to give you hope
[03:46.67]But hope's just a word
[03:47.67]That maybe you said or maybe you heard
[03:49.22]On some windy corner, 'round a wide-angled curve
[03:51.56]But that's what you need, man and you need it bad
[03:53.94]And your trouble is you know it too good
[03:55.45]'Cause you look and you start gettin' the chills
[03:57.09]'Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
[03:59.09]And it ain't on Macy's window sill
[04:01.69]And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
[04:03.28]And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
[04:05.27]And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
[04:06.98]And it ain't on that dim lit stage
[04:08.63]With that half-wit comedian on it
[04:10.05]Rantin' and ravin' and takin' your money
[04:11.39]And you thinks it's funny
[04:12.49]No, you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
[04:14.83]And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
[04:16.45]And sure as hell, you're bound to tell
[04:17.94]No matter how hard you rub
[04:18.84]You just ain't a gonna find it on your ticket stub
[04:20.98]No and it ain't in the rumors people are tellin' you
[04:22.86]And it ain't in the pimple lotion people are sellin' you
[04:25.00]And it ain't in no cardboard box house
[04:26.50]Or down any movie star's blouse
[04:28.51]And you can't find it on the golf course
[04:30.35]And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
[04:33.50]And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
[04:36.01]And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
[04:38.30]And it ain't in the marshmallow noises
[04:39.34]of the chocolate cake voices
[04:40.89]That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
[04:43.14]Sayin', ain't I pretty? and ain't I cute?"
[04:44.68]"Look at my skin
[04:45.33]Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
[04:48.26]Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
[04:50.15]When you can't even sense if they got any insides
[04:52.15]These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
[04:54.90]No, you'll not, now or no other day
[04:56.29]Find it on the doorsteps made out a paper mache
[04:58.39]And inside it the people made of molasses
[05:00.04]That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
[05:02.44]And it ain't in the fifty star generals
[05:03.98]And flipped out phonies
[05:05.18]Who'd turn you in for a tenth of a penny
[05:06.77]Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
[05:08.47]And before you can count from one to ten
[05:10.06]Do it all over again but this time behind your back,
[05:11.82]My friend
[05:13.37]The one's that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
[05:15.32]And play games with each other in their sand-box world
[05:17.66]And you can't find it either in the no talent fools
[05:19.65]That run around gallant
[05:20.52]And make all rules for the ones that got talent
[05:22.47]And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent
[05:24.03]But think they do and think they're foolin' you
[05:25.72]The ones who jump on the wagon
[05:26.85]Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
[05:28.64]To get their kicks, get out of it quick
[05:30.08]And make all kinds of money and chicks
[05:31.92]And you yell to yourself and you throw down your hat
[05:33.73]Sayin', "Christ, do I gotta be like that?
[05:35.48]Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
[05:37.44]Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
[05:39.08]Good God Almighty, that stuff ain't real"
[05:41.37]No, but that ain't your game, it ain't your race
[05:43.97]You can't hear your name, you can't see your face
[05:45.66]You gotta look some other place
[05:47.56]And where do you look for this hope that you're seekin'
[05:49.41]Where do you look for this lamp that's a burnin'?
[05:51.06]Where do you look for this oil well gushin'?
[05:52.85]Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
[05:54.55]Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
[05:55.90]And out there somewhere?
[05:57.55]And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
[06:00.00]Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
[06:02.14]Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
[06:04.50]You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs
[06:07.34]You can either go to the church of your choice
[06:09.04]Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
[06:10.40]You'll find God in the church of your choice
[06:12.79]You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
[06:15.26]And though it's only my opinion, I may be right or wrong
[06:17.25]You'll find them both in Grand Canyon, at sundown

When your head gets twisted and your mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young,
Too smart or too dumb
When you're laggin' behind and losin' your pace
In a slow motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what you're doing, if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of your cup
If the winds got you sideways with, with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slippin' and the feelin' is gone
And your train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the woods' easy findin' but you're lazy to fetch it
And your sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know it's wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin'
And your rope is a slidin' 'cause your hands are a drippin'
And your sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And your sky cries water and your drain pipes a pourin'
And the lightnin's a flashin' and the thunders a crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin'
And the roof tops a shakin'
And your whole world's a slammin' and bangin'
And your minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself, you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?"
And you start gettin' chills and you're jumpin' from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And you're knee-deep in the dark water with your hands in the air
And the whole world's a watchin' with a window peek stare
And your good gal leaves and she's long gone a flyin'
And your heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'
And your jackhammer falls from your hand to your feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And your bells bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think your ears might been hurt
Or your eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterday's rush
When you were faked out, an fooled white facin' a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin' you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine
And there's somethin' on your mind you wanna be sayin'
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on your tongue and sealed in your head
And it bothers you badly when you're layin' in bed
And no matter how you try, you just can't say it
And you're scared to your soul, you just might forget it
And your eyes get swimmy from the tears in your head
And your pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and your starin' at his teeth
And his jaws start closin' with you underneath
And you're flat on your belly with your hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, just what am I doin'?
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hangin', on this pathway I'm strollin'
In the space I'm takin', in this air I'm inhalin'"
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard?
Why am I walkin', where am I runnin'?
What am I sayin', what am I knowin'
On this guitar I'm playin', on this banjo I'm frailin'?
On this mandolin I'm strummin'
In the song I'm singin', in the tune I'm hummin'
In the words I'm thinkin', in the words that I'm writtin'
In this ocean of hours, I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helpin', what am I breakin'?
What am I givin', what am I takin'?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground or make your heart pound
But then again, you know why they're around
Just waitin' for a chance to slip and drop down
'Cause sometimes you hear 'em
When the night times comes creepin'
And you fear that they might catch you a sleepin'
And you jump from your bed, from your last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of your thinkin'
If that was you in the dream that was screamin'
And you know that it's somethin' special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop your brain from bleedin'
And you need somethin' special
You need somethin' special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been bangin' and boomin' and blowin' forever
That knows your troubles a hundred times over
That won't laugh at your looks, your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need somethin' to open up a new door
To show you somethin' you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need somethin' to open your eyes
You need somethin' to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that you're standin', that space that you're sittin'
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy, no matter how many times
You might get kicked
You need somethin' special all right
You need somethin' special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner, 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need, man and you need it bad
And your trouble is you know it too good
'Cause you look and you start gettin' the chills
'Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dim lit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Rantin' and ravin' and takin' your money
And you thinks it's funny
No, you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell, you're bound to tell
No matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a gonna find it on your ticket stub
No and it ain't in the rumors people are tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises
of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin', ain't I pretty? and ain't I cute?"
"Look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No, you'll not, now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out a paper mache
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty star generals
And flipped out phonies
Who'd turn you in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind your back,
My friend
The one's that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent
But think they do and think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down your hat
Sayin', "Christ, do I gotta be like that?
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty, that stuff ain't real"
No, but that ain't your game, it ain't your race
You can't hear your name, you can't see your face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that you're seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's a burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'?
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere?
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital
And though it's only my opinion, I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both in Grand Canyon, at sundown