My hair is turning white/that’s what my barber tells me so
You know it seems kind of fitting
For living life at night
I tried to find a payphone/like a cloud in a desert sky
But then some vultures found me/singin’ in dial tones
I keep on lookin....
For the magic chord
I followed the Mississippi
Like an amateur ballroom dancer
She shone like a million rhinestones
From Itasca to Metairie
Suddenly I lost track of
Where I was
Who I was
How I was
Behold
Everything appeared to me all at once
And I heard a sound
That sounded like…