Buffalo River Home - John Hiatt

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 off, it gives you the slip

As if you ever knew what it was

Takin' you down the lime

Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters

Of the South runnin' helter skelter

Down through the Mississippi Delta

With no place to call your own

Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Lookin' for his buffalo river home

I’ve been circling the wagons

Down at Time 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 someplace else to go

Or a better way to get there

Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters

Of the South runnin' helter skelter

Down through the Mississippi Delta

With no place to call your own

Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Lookin' for his buffalo river home

Now there’s only two things in life

But I forget what they are

It seems we’re either hangin' on a moonbeam’s coattails

Or wishing on stars

Just when you think that you’ve been gyped

The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip

And you run off and join the circus

Yeah you just let that pony ride

Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters

Of the South runnin' helter skelter

Down through the Mississippi Delta

With no place to call your own

Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling

All along the paint was peeling

Down to an Indian blanket on a pony

With no rider in the flesh and bone

Lookin' for his buffalo river home

Lookin' for his buffalo river home