John Wesley Harding - Cathy's New Clown

Sometimes when you get mystic
I have to leave the room
Another accident statistic
While the big bass drum goes boom
There's an apocalypse now on Station Road
If there's a nuclear winter, at least it'll snow
Your talk turns all of me upside down
You turned up my ticket at the lost and found
And all I got was the current crown worn by
Cathy's New Clown

Our enemies are at the border
We couldn't go back too soon
Be a nice girl and don't take orders That's what they're saying in the back room
You got a big black box that I can't get a look in
And I wanna look at you but I don't get a look in
I'm like a talking head with the sound turned down
Or Pavlov's dog when he wasn't around
I'm just a little bit lost so I'm heading downtown to be
Cathy's New Clown

One upon a time
I didn't know you
That's the way the story goes
But how I wish, how I wish you'd let me show you
That I love the lines but hate the clothes
That's the way it goes