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