camino royale

walking along the camino royale, the mississippi sighs, soft in the night when the wind starts to rise, and i'm lifted high around the corner, so i spin, fast as a ride at the fair, like a snake that flies through the air, when i cry enough i'm fired from a gun and thrown through the doors, only the fool learns to get through, ahead i see candles floating in pails, each placed upon a chair, into a tent where they turn round the bend, through a kitchen leading to a staircase, now i stop, seems that i've been led astray, there are no new answers today, this road is blocked, only the fool learns to get through, only the fool learns to get through