If the Brakeman Turns My Way Bright Eyes

When panic grips your body and your heart's a hummingbird
Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse
All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
Better find yourself a place to level out

Got a cricket for a conscience, always looks the other way
A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret
Hey where have all the dancers gone now that music doesn't play?
Tried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth
Better take a little time to level out

I never thought of running
My feet just led the way

Mixed up signals, bullet trains
Cars are switched out in the crazy rain
I could meet you any place
If the brakeman turns my way

All this automatic writing, I have tried to understand
From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan
So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the south
Gonna find myself somewhere to level out