And all your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the south
Who has rewritten history
And I'm a repeat first time offender

People snuffed out in the brutal rain
Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain

I never thought of running

When the brakeman turns my way
All this automatic writing, I have tried to understand
It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan
If the brakeman turns my way
Are your brothels full, oh Babylon, with merry middlemen?
And he'll be smiling as he seals my fate
If the brakeman turns my way
Tried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth
Mixed up signals, bullet train
Hey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn't play
Mixed up signals, bullet train
Mixed up signals, bullet train
First a mother bathes her child, then the other way around

Cars are switched out in the blinding rain

Getting better everyday
I could live to any age

From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens
Mixed up tea leaves, phantom pain
My feet just led the way
And I could meet you any place

It's an old world, it's hard to remember
Better take a little time to level out
If the brakeman turns my way
All this death must need a counterweight, always someone born again
But my dreams gave me away
The scales always find a way to level out
Got a cricket for a conscience, always looks the other way
Cars are switched out in the crazy rain
Better find yourself a place to level out
A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret
I tried to pass for nothing
Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
Gonna find myself somewhere to level out
Like a dime store mystery