Buffalo River Home

I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed And how much thicker this fog is gonna get God only knows Just when you think that you've got a grip Reality sneaks up it gives you the slip As if you ever knew what it was taking you down the line CHORUS: Tearing through the cottonfields 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 better to go or a better way to get there