El Train / Waterline - Mark Isham

I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood

And I remind myself: «it's all right, it’s all good, it’s all love»

It’s not though.

Cuz there’s a kink in the armor

A pot hole I’m sinkin' in, while I think of the drama

So I stand up, I start to pace in my living room

Set my eye to the highway, knowin' that I’ll play chicken soon

There’s a vanity plate, wit my name on it There’s a Davy Crocket hat with a Masonic fat cat under it A musket rifle spittin' at my feet

They want me to dance in the middle of the street

And I respect my elders, so I do as I’m told

But I offset the bell curve when I do it with soul.

Losin' control.

Guilty feet do have rhythm

They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villain.

Instead of killin', I spare the raccoon

And start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moon and let the thoughts flood.

Blessed are those who are damned

When the levee broke, how many choked on the steps of a slow dance?

A staircase to a hug with no hands

Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command

We let the thoughts flood

We remind ourselves it’s all right, it’s all good, it’s all love"

It’s not though.

Cuz there’s a kink in the armor

A pot hole I’m sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my father

It’s a family affair, the vanity we share

The water line is rising and all we do is stand there.