The Mississippi sighs
Soft in the night when the wind
starts to rise
And I'm lifted high around the corner
So I spin
Fast as a ride at the
fair
Like a snake that flies through the air
When I cry enough i'm fired from a
gun
And thrown through the doors

Only the fool learns to get
through

Ahead I see candles floating in pails
Each placed upon a chair
Into a
tent where they turn round the bend
Through a kitchen leading to a staircase
Now I
stop
Seems that I've been led astray
There are no new answers today
This road is
blocked
Only the fool learns to get through