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