Last night   I took a walk into the back of my mind   Through the trash and the warning signs   There was a party full of jokes and clich's   I couldn't think of anything to say   And so I slipped into the men's room there   I saw my hair a way it's never been before      I took the stairs from my head to my heart   I didn't know they were so far apart   The heart is like a little chapel somewhere,   The pretty lights and the empty chairs   But I'm gonna bring a broom next time   I'll sweep out all the broken strings I find      She walks me down to my private train   And lays me down in my sleeping car   She keeps my elephant out of the rain   And sees to the care of my vintage cars   She is the blood of my life   Without her I would starve      Who you gonna run to?    Who you gonna hide behind?    Who you gonna turn to   When there's nobody home but you?       What's a father to do   With all theses school-less injuns   Running in circles around the wagons   What's a father to do   With all these monster debts   Around my neck   On a sad sun deck   Oh, my children, the times are jaded   The simple life is complicated   Oh, my children      Now if the dark of the night   Arrives in the middle of the day   I'm gonna say my prayer   For sweetness and light,   Gonna fix myself a coke,   And hope it's alright      If the bat-winged beast sweep down   For a feast on me   I'm gonna pin my soul   To a hot-air balloon   Gonna make it pop   And shoot me to the moon      Now you've had another piece of my mind,   A cup of coffee and a slice of time   If you'll excuse me I should say goodbye   I gotta go now.