If the Brakeman Turns My Way

Getting better everyday
Tried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth
From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
First a mother bathes her child, then the other way around
Better find yourself a place to level out
Mixed up signals, bullet train
Like a dime store mystery

And he'll be smiling as he seals my fate
Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
Are your brothels full, oh Babylon, with merry middlemen?
But my dreams gave me away
All this automatic writing, I have tried to understand
Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens
It's an old world, it's hard to remember
Mixed up signals, bullet train
And I'm a repeat first time offender
All this death must need a counterweight, always someone born again
And all your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
Mixed up signals, bullet train

Better take a little time to level out
I could live to any age
The scales always find a way to level out
Gonna find myself somewhere to level out
I tried to pass for nothing

A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret
It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan
Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain
Cars are switched out in the blinding rain
I never thought of running
Mixed up tea leaves, phantom pain

Cars are switched out in the crazy rain
So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the south
If the brakeman turns my way
And I could meet you any place

If the brakeman turns my way

Who has rewritten history
Got a cricket for a conscience, always looks the other way
People snuffed out in the brutal rain

Hey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn't play

My feet just led the way
If the brakeman turns my way