And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's flowing through the ceiling
With a knife to open up the sky's veins

Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half-unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling
There is something that'll never change

And when I shoulda been gone a long time
It laughs, and says I find ways
Just when they're sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways

Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half-unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling
There is something that'll never change

Hey, I'm blind
Good Fine
Roll the time
On whose dime

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's flowing through the ceiling
With a knife to open up the sky's veins

Some things will never change
They just stand there looking backwards
Half-unconscious from the pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling
There is something that'll never change
[x2]

(Parfitt/Lancaster)

Down at Backwater junction
Rolling down the line
In the dark early morning
I heard the one-forty-nine
I was walking down the highway
Needed somewhere to go
A lady laid beside me
And she invited me home
She led me cold, tired and hungry
Down the backwater road

In a house on the corner
looking over the track
I woke up with a fever
And a pain in my back
She was lying there beside me
My fever started to grow
Had a funny feeling
But the lady said no
The lover needs a doctor
Down the Backwater Road

Whatcha' lookin' for
Whatcha' lookin' for
Lady do you know whatcha' lookin' for
Was I wrong to play along
Lady was I right or lady was I wrong

Backwater doctor
You've got me breathing in time
It's ten-thirty in the morning
And I'm feeling alright
I went back to my lady
But I wasn't to know
Lady left this morning
And she's not coming home
I was cold when she left me
Down the Backwater Road

Backwater
We're sailing at the edges of time
Backwater
We're drifting at the waterline
Oh we're floating in the coastal waters
You and me and the porter's daughters
Ooh what to do not a sausage to do
And the shorter of the porter's daughters
Dips her hand in the deadly waters
Ooh what to do in a tiny canoe

Black water
There were six of us but now we are five
We're all talking
To keep the conversation alive
There was a senator from Ecuador
Who talked about a meteor
That crashed on a hill in the South of Peru
And was found by a conquistador
Who took it to the Emperor
And he passed it on to a Turkish Guru.

His daughter
Was slated for becoming divine
He taught her
He taught her how to split and define
But if you study the logistics
And heuristics of the mystics
You will find that their minds rarely groove in a line
So it's much more realistic
To abandon such ballistics
And resign to be trapped on a leaf in a vine.