You dress sharp in black and white,
wrapped in the finest thread,
but when they’re coming at you
their clothes all turn to red.
You ride the desert out,
come into town, and stop.
The only folks you ever see
are people being watched.
Some of the scariest things,
I think you’ll find,
are the moments you don’t feel life’s design.
But the worst times of all,
and I believe this is true,
are the moments when you do.
You race towards a preacher,
giving sermon from a fence,
but as you speed away
the words stop making sense.
And you feel moved by music –
the county summer fair –
but it’s not music moving,
it’s just the desert air.
Some of the scariest things,
I think you’ll find,
are the moments you don’t feel life’s design.
But the worst times of all,
and I believe this is true,
are the moments when you do.
At the fairground there’s a girl
whose skin feels awful smooth,
but it’s not skin you’re feeling,
just chemicals that soothe.
She pulls back from dancing,
turns, and runs away,
and you’re compelled to follow,
although you’d rather stay.
Some of the scariest things,
I think you’ll find,
are the moments you don’t feel life’s design.
But the worst times of all,
and I believe this is true,
are the moments when you do.