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

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

Only the fool learns to get through