Camino Royale

Walking along the Camino Royale 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 Only the fool learns to get through